Poetry: A Night at the MUSEum.

Like a statue in a museum
The lights go on, I come to life for the world to see
Surrounded by strangers staring
Every day new faces encircling me

I feel their gazes, yet no one is looking into my eyes
I sense their whispers, yet there’s no one talking
And in my glass case room of distant silence
All I hear is ticking clocks and footsteps walking

I’m getting compared to other exhibits
Even compared to my own copies at the souvenir store
Is she worth all the riot and excitement?
I can’t tell, my mind’s morphing into marble and I can’t feel my body anymore

I never asked for being on display
And yet somehow I’m here, to entertain, teach and inspire
Exhausted from looking out for that special visitor in the crowd
My creator, the artist whom I admire with desire

Everybody’s got an opinion
Bout how things should be handled, said and done
A public discussion bout a private story
That once was written for a one on one

The lights go out
In the dark, I dare to breathe to the beat of the soothing rain
For another day, my world turns quiet
And finally, I can hear my own voice again.