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Cacapit, Ma. Claire Elizabeth A.

Dramatic Monologue
11- St. Justine de Jacobis November 21, 2017
MY OWN
Before, harlequin stars made up my whole universe--
Of effervescent voices, chanting in melodious verse,
Creating rhythms in idiosyncratic patterns,
Casting radiance-- glimmering lanterns.
Until one night, that starlight lost its shimmer,
As it freezed in the snow--
of a melodramatic cold-winter,
Then its rose flaxen petals, started to wither;
Little by little, its tiny speck of flaming glitter,
Is sprinkled in the air--
Like a dust, in full despair.
Afterwards, in that frosty-crystal silvery waves,
Dark skies roared in silence, emitting thunderous shockwaves;
Unfortunately, she was striked by a lightning,
And started crying, worrying-- asking,
“Why! Of all people in this world, why you?”
“Tell me! What wrong have I done for you to do this to me?”
Then its whole soul, enourmously turned soar;
As bloody tears, dripped from the wounded core--
Sluggishly shed, more and more.
You know what, here I am wishin'
Wishin' that I can love the person that I love legally
Wishin that I can go out like others too
Wishin' you'll understand me too
Is that a hard thing to do?
“Can't you see?”
“Can't you hear my scarred heart, crying?”
“Can't you feel my soul, dying?
“Can't you see that I am not just a star--
who must always be at the top, shining?”
“Can't you see that I am your daughter, mom?”
I'm not just basically anyone, for I'm from you.
When I loved you,
Why did you make me hate you?
And you even wished that I was never your daughter
What a terrible mother!
I can't help but wonder
And asked,
“Twinkle twinkle little star,
how I wonder how you are
Three minutes have passed;
One more, and she might even won't last--
A second, a minute, or an hour--
Breathing underneath the oceanfloor,
For her gleam is chained in a rusty beam-- of demonic horror;
Leaving her petrified, with overflowing terror;
And in that small dusky corner-- she was left alone,
Restless and lifeless;
With a flame of luminescence, drowning--
Imprisoned in silence.
But then, she heard the soft-beating of her heart,
As it vibrantly danced in a sweet-sounding melody;
That truly awakened, its dying anatomy.
And there, she opened her eyes,
After the long icy-nightfall cries;
Courageously she stood up, put up her sleeves,
And created a new rhyme of schemes--
Constructing the hymn of her broken dreams;
Her faded brilliance, will rise-- dazzling;
She'll illuminate the world, glowing.
If she can't be the star-- of the whole universe,
Galaxies may disperse, and they may adverse;
Still, she'll be singing in a harmonious verse,
And be the master--
Of the cosmos I'll call,
“My own.”

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