Take a Bow.

Mom always said I was a star.

Blooming beneath the bright, lime light.

The center stage is where I lived.

Dancing in a fishbowl at night.

When I found I was stuck between

a rock and hard place—no, rephrase.

Betwix cement and a hot place.

Take last flight, or end in a blaze?

My choice was not so hard to make.

That blackened smoke was much too dense.

A Diva in a skyscraper,

perform without an audience?!

I stand atop the window ledge

and look upon my spectators.

Act three, last scene in this drama

includes me leaping fourteen floors.

The crowd cheers and calls out my name.

I Soar beneath the soft moonlight.

Just like the star I've always been!

Chin up, smile big, and take a--...