Lights, Camera, Action...

Following the dramatic theme
of the acts of my life,
I siphoned my psyche
with the eyedropper of reason.
Expertly extracting
repressed remembrances
of everyone else’s dreams
and expectations.
Wish by wish,
they fell silently
into a gilded
saucerful of secrets.

I stood…
Teetering on the edge
rocking between illumination
and the dark side of the moon,
and my clumsy feet
tipped over
the collection plate
of confessions.
They ran in oil like rivers
over the crumbling land
of my compassion.
They spilled across
roughened craters of truth
and climbed with determination
over fluid hills of knowledge.

Running rampant
with new found freedom
their acidic reality
carved a path
of enlightenment
for all to see,
filling empty spaces
with luminescent bits
of suppressed thoughts
no one should ever see.

And I stood purged…

Wearing the inside out
with an empty eyedropper
slipping through my fingers
cursing my clumsy feet.

Still the film of my drama
continued to roll.
And I held the camera
with naked hands
and no known script,
ready to direct
yet another movie.

After all…
The show must go on!