Finding salvation in vulnerability, understanding self under the glare of scrutiny.


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I stand right here, centere stage
The curtains slowly draw back
I will read the lines allocated to me on the script's first page.
I am vulnerable and i lack
The necessary tools to play the part of a person my age

Now the sun- LIGHT beats down on me
It's bright, unbearable, I'm unable to see
The Ultra Violet rays pushes me to hide my face
It's now harder to read, harder to be...

I stand right here, center stage
The curtains are drawn drawn back
I read the lines allocated to me on the script's second page.
I am vulnerable and I lack
The needed tools to play the part of a person my age

" All the worlds a stage and the men an women are merely players,"
What does this mean?
Is it meant for me?
"They have their exits and entrances and one man in his time plays many parts."
What? Huh?
Am I reading this correctly

EXIT STAGE LEFT

I stood right there, centere stage
The curtains still drawn back
I read the lines on the script's first and second page
I was vulnerable and I lacked,
The enthusiasm to play the part of a person my age.

Within realization of one's own ignorance
Despite the fingers we may point others
We pause for that causein its instance
And opt to learn from the dignity and
th profundity of our brothers

I stood right there, centere stage
The curtains are now closed
I read my lines
I am no longer vulnerable and no longer lack
The tools to play the part for a person my age...




Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-02-18 at 16:47

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Zoya Zaidi
A beautiful take on"All the world is a stage..."
As in one of Shakespeare's own Sonnets:
"AS an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
...
So I, for fear of trust forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite..."

((((((Hugs)))))

love, xxx, Zoya
2006-02-18