Opening Night

 

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

4 thoughts on “Opening Night

  1. This is a truly spectacular poem….here is what resonated most with me…

    “I was, who I was… in that story.

    I could not have been the lessons I had yet to learn.”

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  2. You go girl! Step out from underneath that blanket. Throw away that old script and write yourself a new one with more fun and enlightenment.

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