Wild: Showcase

Today, I watched soloists sing at Showcase.
I wore
my hat, my wand

I sat alone in that auditorium,
trying to ignore the hurt from people
who ran when they saw me wave

I sat alone in that auditorium
and felt the hand of God
upon my soul.

I wonder if people get used to having their hearts be homeless.

To feeling empty;
watching other people in their golden moment,
their star-in-the-eye,
and being able to NOT feel it.

Not resigning yourself to the idea of
'it'll never be me again,' but having i when you walk in.

....I wonder if it ever stops hurting like this.