. Like a script of a play
. She declared her lines with stage direction on the side.
. Scribbled notes in the margins, to be referenced later.
. A story unto herself, an enigma unwritten.
. The acts of her life, a storyteller’s dream.
. Filled will suffering and bleakness,
. Overcome by her passion for the arts.
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. Her voice when spoken carries in the
. And >>impacts>> eardrums, resonating with those enraptured.
. The slightest movement exaggerated, and purposeful
. Is felt by the audience as if she were acting only for them.
. A myriad of emotions expressed and absorbed according to her whim.
. Spellbound, they watch.
. They cry for her, laugh with her
. And become indignant when she is slighted.
. Alone, she was broken.
. While acting she’s part of a whole.
. A freedom found in the lives of parts,
. Opening the way for personal healing.
. Allowing her to blossom,
. And become what she had always dreamed.