The story explores the world of broken and oppressed frail women. I imagine that I am on a stage presenting this. To enjoy it more, I have described the performance. Picture it or just join!
It begins!
I approach the stage solemnly, with an afro hair style, a long black flowing gown, barefooted. No frown just a depressed face. I begin, my left hand suspended in the air, face turned leftwards. No violent actions, just a single tear trickling down my eyes.
Diary of a single lady clothed in black, red and brown memories.
Bleeding lost laughters falling from the bereaved face of depressed lady.
Her world- one of tears-dripping-rushing-flowing till it becomes an ocean. A world of darkness, chaos and pricks.
(I walk rightwards)
When she walks, she walks on spilled broken hot bottles and when she laughs, it echoes like the pains of a still birth. When she talks, you see it, feel it;
(I stop walking, freezing to delivering the next lines in a scream)
She is hurt! Crushed! Meshed! She is a monster!
(In a weak voice)
He broke her heart like she was an apparition.
"No David!" You cannot do this to me. You cannot leave me. You promised always and forever.
-I do not remember that promise!
Forever died yesterday, always has not been born and it will never be.
"David! wait! How can you leave me? The days will be painful without you"
Mtchheew, needless pleas!
(Violent actions)
Now all she sees is darkness! Negativities!
She has lost the tracks to strength and reason.
(Silence for few seconds. next lines In a whisper)
When she walks through the street, shiny rusty mocks of the word "Slut" would dance after her. They say she comes home most every night with strange guys.
(In a scream)
But she has lost a sense of singlehood! Selfhood and dignity!
(In a teary voice. hands pointed forwards towards the audience. face turned leftwards)
Sometimes all she wants to say is "No" to masculine touch but yesterday her eyes still dimmed from ungrasped passion ##### when Francis the sixteen year old guy on her street, brushed against her waist recklessly.
Such failure! Such weakness!
(More scream)
"Let me be!" Her voice trailed!
Sometimes even the hairs on her head scared her.
Sometimes she got furious, weeping "I will not be the woman who says yes anytime her man need's rejuvenation"
(In a trembling voice)
Empty wishes! Impotent desires!
(Silence, I walk about the stage)
( In aSolemn voice)
"I give up" were her last words before she ran mad.
The malady of solitude! The malady of depression! The malady of loss!
Her heart is a prison.
Somewhere, someplace... No.. Somebody... Yes somebody, No.. Anybody, a man, a woman has gone with the keys to her sanity!
( In adetermined voice)
I declare that I will make her whole again. I will spin love into her heart again. She needs me and you.
You have gotta heal somebody
You have gotta heal somebody!
There are people out there who can't stand up. They are some people who are so weak than you can ever imagine. They are so fragile. These people need our help!
ALL IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST
THANKS FOR READING!