DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Eyes open thrice, by Kristie Gerhard

I go forth into the world
A smooth sharp sheathed
Bladed edge
I’m the counterpart to the teetering in my life
The equilibrium to my own personal truth
M y life is what I say it is
I manifest the environment that lives in my mind
My choosing
The absence of choice
Remains my choosing
Iv lived grown played and died in the garden of disguise
Iv even fallen for my own reflection
Masked and cloaked
The make believe me
I pivot from that plastic mold of who you want me to be
I kick off my shoes
And pound my heels into the ground
I sing with the mother
The sister
The sun
I radiate light
I magnetize movement
And I will set aflame
Iv recently been reshown my power
I will not be giving it away
I choose not to cower but harness the fire
In our lives
The hope
The dream
The timing
Can all be seen through my minds eye
I reckon the awakening
The window to my mind painted and sealed shut
Raises its weary eyes
Heavy from eternal sleepless dreams
The riot of sensory slam through my soul
The knowing and the spirit collide
Within this body Iv never been so sure was mine
I’ll never again just see twice
Upon seeing with eyes open thrice

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