I felt inspired to indulge in a little bit of poetic creativity after watching a few episodes of the anime “Glass Mask”, the story of a teenage girl who goes through many hardships, all the while striving to become the ultimate actress who will one day take on the role that her acting teacher had once made famous in her youth; The Crimson Goddess. It’s one of the stories that makes you want to cheer on the protagonist, because she is working so hard and overcoming barriers which, in real life, would appear as impossibly hurtles. In this episode, the girl is being made to spend a week living in the shoes of the character she will be performing the role of, simply to see if she has what it takes to stay in character.
This is what has inspired my inner poet, although I should remind those of you who don’t know that I am not, in any way, a poet, nor do I pretend to be good at poetry. I simply admire the art form and sometimes feel a need to use it as a means of channeling my inner creativity. Still, I hope you enjoy it ^_^
I stand alone on center stage, the masses hidden within the shadows of the dazzling lights.
Whispers fade to silence, broken by the sound of blood rushing past my eardrums.
My heart is pounding within my chest, threatening to break through,
A single drop of sweat rolls down my cheek, falling silently to the floor at my feet.
The lights dim, the spotlight flickers on, and the world as I knew it disappears…
“What new evil is this which plagues our land!?”
A voice rings out from my throat, but it is not mine … whose is it?
“Never before have I had to bear witness to such devastation.”
The voice grows louder, full of passion, sadness and a seething anger … but what is the cause?
“Everything has been burned down to the very root, so that nothing may grow ever again.”
Yes, I am a poor woman whom the town sought vengeance from … but is that my true face?
It was only moments ago I had been a modern girl in high school, well off and beautiful.
Why, then, am I wearing this tattered dress and turning the burnt soil beneath my feet with a rusted old hoe?
I look out to where the audience should be, but see only wide open fields and the deep red glow of the sun just beyond the hills.
I continue to speak, the words pouring out as though the flood gate within me had been raised, yet the words were still not my own … or were they?
Perhaps that girl I thought I had been never really existed; how am I to know?
I was certain I had set foot on a stage, but the world I see bares no resemblance to the one I had known;
There is no stage…
There is no audience…
There is no spotlight above my head…
Then, the light suddenly disappears from all around me, only to come on once again and reveal the dimly lit faces I had nearly forgotten.
People are holding hands with me on either side, heads bowed low, smiling as a wave of sound erupts from all sides.
As the curtain falls, the mask shatters, and I am me once again.
I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, any comments or critiques are welcome, but keep in mind that I write poetry simply for the joy of it, and not because I plan on making a career out of it.
That’s all for today. Until next time, happy reading!