These Words
Music was my soul.
Music showed me how
to “carry on,
let the good times roll.”
It helped me
“let my path unfold.”
It “lit a fire inside these eyes;”
“All I am I have found in song.”
Theatre taught me
what no one else could.
Theatre showed me
A Whole New World
and how to have
Will Power.
It allowed me to begin
Crossing the Line
in entirely new ways.
It told me to never throw away
My Shot.
Theatre let me
“be where my spirit can run free.”
My life changed each and every time
I read those words.
Those words were Always
my Saviors.
They saved me from myself
and from life.
Those words provided
“A magic beyond all we do here."
Those words were
the Guardian I was awaiting.
I will need those words
“until the very end,”
“the end of the line.”
“We always have a choice;"
these words are mine.
Words have always been my
Escape.
I became Anxious
about myself
and everyone around me.
I was panicked.
I turned to poetry.
My Pain became Beauty;
my Fear became Aesthetic;
my Worry became Catharsis.
My racing thoughts became flowing lines:
some short and choppy,
others eloquently long and beautiful to read.
Certain words filled me
with an unbridled Rage.
Political words induced
an unchecked temper
in the depths of my soul.
I surrounded myself with
These Words.
I lived and breathed
These Words.
I was passionate
and I was grand.
I Marched like
my life depended on it.
I spoke like my words were
the most important words anyone would ever hear.
I was politically
Engaged and Enraged.
My personality showed
in my humor.
The Things I laughed at,
the Things I thought were funny,
those Things were Me.
As they changed,
so did I.