Moments of peace to hold on to;
Thread together like a beautiful patchwork of chance,
With smiles and heartbeats, with skips and starts –
A mirror of a world that were prone to;
Gives hope in a life’s tango, in this dead end of a dance,
For an opportunity and a future stitched in stars,
With someone who can ground you –
Taking a breath is enough to reset desires,
With a sticatto beat of potential possibility –
A mirror of a moment that defines us;
It gives hope to a desparative, passionate fire,
With the certainty that the hope, and resolve is within me.
So I take that beat,
And I dance that dance,
I’m vulnerable –
As I take this chance.
A soliloquy for Katerina in Taming Of The Shrew; how she feels about her father’s lack of understanding & his devotion to her sister
O’he knows not how I need not to love,
How I need not no man to take my heart in his.
They lack the tact and empathetic sentiment
To truly care for or woo such a tender soul that of a woman,
Their hearts and minds are all but rough in their thinking,
looking to prove and impress, to compete and to win
They fight and duel for love, they do not relish and enjoy it.
I will enjoy, I will relish, I will exploit my empathetic soul
And I will fight to meet my match, may no man derive any other means
Nor challenge me, for though I love like a woman
I can fight like a man for that love.
My bitterness is but a veil to infuriate the subjective nature of my father’s love,
He, above all men, proves that beauty is more to a man than spirit,
My spirit is as much-mellow as he desires but shall not appear so
Until one worthy of such vulnerability is near to my heart.
My father loves my sister for her simplicity, her beauty and her flirtatious manner,
She draws in money, attention and bewilderments
Which can only benefit him and his purpose,
I on the other hand… disappoint. But soft, here comes my sister.
An excerpt from a monologue as part of my ‘Cabaret of Confessions’ suite.
Courage? What is courage?
It’s survival, I guess.
I survived you.
Heartbreak can be full of emptiness.
So empty you’re full of it.
Overwhelming; energy in absence, anger, tears.
I used mine, did you?
In a passion of bad timing and good intentions my life changed… I guess I just didn’t know it yet
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