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
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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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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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Nicely done, Ali!
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Thank you. I appreciate hearing back from those that read my poems.
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