Self-Fulfilling Prophecies Sophie

Diaz

Every day when I wake up, I live with the boulders that I am expected to carry. Forever balancing a never-empty cup,

Overflowing with words of a misspelled dictionary. They spill out of my mouth and into the minds of those I trust. For times better or worse, my mouth never stops.

The iron lever of my stonewall is sealed shut and covered in rust. I know I need to fix my locks, But the screech in my head demands to be heard. They will not fix my gate as it will only cause me pain. The words they speak convince me of the absurd.

I need not be silent nor wear these chains.

My cup never empty.

My truths I will spill.

I want not, for I have plenty.

Kneel before my unbroken quill.

May the river always flow.

As I bid you adieu from my one Woman show.