I often wondered what it is I liked if someone stayed long enough to notice and wanted to surprise me with a gift what would they choose what would they think belongs in my world what would they get I think people know me in pieces She laughs “most times she laughs” She’s quiet “mostContinue reading “People who love us sometimes understand us before we understand ourselves”
Category Archives: Monologues
Silence is safe. Silence is easy.
“You’re so shy… you’re so quiet… shy girl. Why are you sitting in the corner all by yourself? So you’re still shy.” Words I’ve heard countless times, from strangers, from relatives, from people I know. Shy, quiet, reserved. The girl in the room who smiles, who watches, who never says too much. But I wonder,Continue reading “Silence is safe. Silence is easy.”
Alignment
I thought finding alignment especially in work It had to be difficult A prize buried in thorn and stone It had to come with struggle It had to come with endless looking So I tried Every desperate reach to feel at home I tried I’ve tried it all But nothing fits Maybe this is justContinue reading “Alignment”
You fall for what feels almost real, almost enough
She pointed out the way I see the world… My views My reasoning She said I live in a dream Like wanting depth is naive Like the word love is a curse Like dreaming is dangerous Wanting more than the ordinary makes my mind wrong She was right My mind lives far from reality MyContinue reading “You fall for what feels almost real, almost enough”
There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story
There is a scene in Episode 3 of The Wife on Showmax that I do not think I will ever get over. At first, I did not understand why, but now I think I do. It speaks to a version of me I have not yet allowed myself to explore, a version I am tooContinue reading “There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story”
What a gift to have died so early, I thought.
The child’s body lay on the bed. I reached out to touch her, I had never been this close to someone who had just died. Naturally I was scared, but curious. Her hands still warm, felt as though there was still life left in them. And for a moment, I wondered if her mind wasContinue reading “What a gift to have died so early, I thought.”
“Thus, conscience makes cowards of us all.” From The Hamlet…a piece that perfectly captures my thoughts
To live, or not to live that is the question Is it more honorable to endure life’s relentless struggles The pain, the misfortune, the chaos thrown at us Or to fight back against this overwhelming wave of problems And, by resisting, end it all? To die…to sleep Nothing more. And by that sleep, we endContinue reading ““Thus, conscience makes cowards of us all.” From The Hamlet…a piece that perfectly captures my thoughts”
To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.
I’m feeling awful. Really, really awful. That’s been me for a while now. Sometimes I laugh about it. What else can I do? I can’t even cry anymore. The emptiness… it just sits there, like an awkward guest I didn’t invite but now I have to entertain. I don’t know what to do with it.Continue reading “To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.”
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