Wednesday, June 29, 2005

The world is a stage

But I am no actress!
I stand here in the middle of the stage
waiting for the spotlight to shine upon me.
But there is always someone else.
A person, a voluptuous woman
who takes the light away from me.
I feel small, unworthy.
Invisible to the naked eye.

I stand there but now one is watching
They see beyond me.
What do they see?
There without light, darkness falls.
I am standing in the middle of the stage in darkness.
Then I smile with pride, confident.
I have seen beyond them
and beyond those who have taken the spotlight away from me.

The world is full of stages.
Here where I stand is mine!
My stage is like no other
My stage is a book
My stage is a sentence
My stage is a page
A blank page and I am the pencil.
Black and white we become one.
There where the page is my stage
no other person or voluptuous woman,
can take the light away from me
For here I rein.
This is my world.
This is my stage!

I proclaim the page my stage.
Every day and every night.
Word by word.

2 Comments:

At 6:00 AM, Blogger Edwina Peterson Cross said...

This is lovely Alexandra, so real and so honest. My favorite part is "A blank page and I am the pencil.
Black and white we become one.
There where the page is my stage."

The page is my stage. How very, very true, though I have never thought of it in those words before . . . those words are perfect.

 
At 2:16 PM, Anonymous lois daley said...

Too True Winnie,
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I felt the words of Alexandra resonated with me ..I love this***
"A blank page and I am the pencil
Black and white we become one
There where the page is my stage"

Just lovely..Lois 1/7/05.

 

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