Powerful Urge (For ABC Wednesday and Poets United)

Never one to linger backstage,
craving instead gelled red-hot spotlights overhead.

Sustaining me through sickness, divorce, and
freewheeling, full-tilt mania

Yet there lingers within that nauseating self-doubt:
Will I ever be good enough?

The first time house lights went up,
a chill raised the hairs on my neck,

and I gave out with
the best version of “Skylark” I ever sang.

So maybe the self-doubt is actually
my own spirit stirring me up to help me through.

I am the siren who makes sailors crash into rocks (or fall off barstools)
and I love that power.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil