The audition

A poem

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A way before you
that ends
in great anticipation.

Many have wandered this hall 
back turned from home before

but not with confident 
black patent leather oxfords
that call out in chorus
with your pace
on the glossy linoleum.

The way taken 
has no bend
but your mind
bending words 
whispered over and over
in preparation
and the bend
whispered to you
that only you hear
and I wonder what is being said

words of 
damnation, 
desperation,
determination,
depth,
beauty.

The hall leads just
far enough that
the heart of home is 
torn ever so slight
and the heart of you
feels the resolute swell
and your pace quickens
further away.

Your confident march
retracing the way you came
crystals of energy in hand,
and with some proximity 
to home restored,
it is understood
in the glow 
of your dark eyes 
that the energy 
radiating out
from your spirit

will always touch home

and will always
lead far away
to your horizon.

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Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue may happen here, and in just a few days I will be following up with a reflection post on how this poem emerged into being. Feel free to share this post with someone who needs a little poetry in their life!

Brian

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