Thursday, April 20, 2017

Theatre 4: The Charge

Final Version:  The Charge in My Locker

3 comments:


  1. Who was I?
    Properly, I was Robel Mesghina.
    But the more important question is why was I?
    Or when was I?
    Mentally prepare yourself for this journey that you are about to embark on,
    It can free the mind and enlighten the soul,.
    Only in this space do I feel comfortable.

    This space in between reality and infinity.
    This space can break the barriers of the physical world,
    It can jump through time and space,
    From any one location to another,

    I had a home,
    I had a home in this space,
    A big house with a large family and guests always coming and going,
    With old friends and a couple of new friends I met along the way,

    I had a lot of cherished memories in this place,
    Many fights fought,
    Many good.. bad.. and neutral criticisms,
    Those who have visited this space might call it nerve-wracking,
    But I find it quite Euphoric.

    So, who was I?
    How this question is answered is the challenge,
    Most people find solace in their ignorance,
    But I choose to take my time in the limitless as a limited experience,
    Soak up every moment of this adventure,
    You cannot get another chance to fly through time.

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  3. From Across The Bridge..
    Alissa Puente
    Name by name,
    Chair by chair,
    And there I was.
    I was Alissa Puente

    There was no name when it began,
    Just a shy girl willing to help in the dark.

    I built the walls,
    I managed pupils,
    I made other people shine,
    I did it all.
    I did it all except pull the darkness from myself to make me shine.

    I played my part,
    Climbed the ladder and reached the top.

    Two falls and winters passed.
    It soon became apparent that my light had been turned on.

    It came, shined, and left before I could even say hello.
    That was it. It was gone.
    My lightbulb had blew out.

    It was time for the bulb to be changed,
    Time for me to move on,
    Time for someone else to take my spotlight.
    But to be honest,
    It was never mine to begin with.
    It was just something to borrow,
    Something for someone in the dark to reach for.

    And for those in the dark reaching;
    Do not stop making someone else shine so you can reach,
    Because I can promise you,
    The light feels so much better when you’ve shined it on someone else.

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