Support Act

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I’m scared

That I won’t be able to see

The support act

And only see the bits before

Drinks and crowds…

Not even the support act…

Not the main act,

The support act.

I’m scared

That I’ll wake up

As an angel -

No, not a Nativity play one -

An angel

That is barred

From real life experiences,

One that can’t

Marry the love of her life,

One that can’t

Have kids,

One that can’t

Be the fun auntie,

Or the crazy artist

Who spends most of her time

Doing collages in the attic

And pottery in the garden.

I’m scared

That the bouncers will tell me

That I am done.

I’m scared

That the bouncers will ask me

To leave my life behind,

Just before the support act

Arrive on stage,

Because it’s ‘your time to go.’

…I will stay.

I will stay ’til the encore.

I will stay after the encore.

That means I’ll see the support act…

And have a quick toilet break

Before the main act arrives.

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A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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Erika Fischer-Laine

Erika Fischer-Laine

A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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