Dazzled Character Pt. Three: Mimes Of Different Tunes - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Serendipity sails me across the moon of my heart.
When dying seemed like happiness,
Trouble laid waiting like a temptress snake I had to get out of,
shed the skin of who I was becoming:
A girl reeking with danger, an aching of tragedy.
When dance, drugs and music were the only poisons to heal a soul searching for a way.
When strangers were the only answers to questions of understanding love.
These men told me love is enough,
And now that I have run away from those fools back to where I came from, claiming love is not enough, I run towards my strangers hushing, you are right my darlings, love is enough.
In you, dear strangers, in you my eyes have opened, my soul awakened.
In you I see beauty, truth, and freedom.
Lost, so lost and destroyed I forgot who I was.
These strange people who surround me now remind me I am anyone I want to be,
I am anyone who let's me be free.
I can dance again without feeling a deep need of escape.
I can hear the music without having to outrun a rusty cage.
I can laugh without fear that it may be the last time.
I can walk along train tracks and not want to die.
How can a winters day be so warm?
A girl who wants to live, seeing a world like never before.
A stage that has been burned and restored to its vintage glory days,
Painting my lips red as strawberries against the cold white sky
An angel no more, just the girl who breathes
No longer searching for a song, just whispering a melody of a haunted shadow beautiful and dazzled at the world in its absurdities.
Can I be I, and you be you, when all we are is an imitation of what has already been?
A television scene, silver screen, pictures, novel quotes, a famous celebrity story?
All a reconstruction, mimicking each move.
The days are just as the day before with a slightly different tune.
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