The show must go on

Too many times I've stumbled
over rocky sentiments and gravelled thoughts
that shake the perfect posture I wear

like a tidy air of confidence
not quite as flimsy as the ground I tread upon
though never far off
from knocking me right onto my tail

I believe a bruised bottom
might do me some good

I need a reason to cry
or rather, I need a catalyst
something to open the gate to my pain

but I tip toe here and pirouette there
curtsy and bow
a bit of side step around the issue

everyone goes away
but I remember them just the same
the actors in my play
leaving the stage before the drop of the curtain

it's the time of year
for remembering the lives of those who died
before the end of the show that must go on