As I take the stage, a new act begins.
Blame like a heavy blanket covers me.
A character from my past has written my lines for today.
I was, who I was… in that story.
I could not have been the lessons I had yet to learn.
My history dictates the life I have in this scene.
You enter the stage to stand with me
placing a firm foot on my blanket’s corner.
Silent action that commits to my life what no other has.
Unwilling to let me sleep walk in darkness.
As I step forward lighter than before.
no longer reciting a past script,
I speak my first words.
© Ali Grimshaw