Fearless Dreamer (self-portrait):

 

She has let herself be embedded in the magic from within,

creating captivating worlds. Magic has been her

companion since she took those baby steps,

when nature was her home,

and candle lights were all she had.

 

Nature instructed her to be a fearless dreamer;

“pachamama,” mom said was nature’s name.

The plants, animals and trees

taught her to not only dream,

but to act on what makes you

unique.

 

Music has been a part of her life

since she only had one candle to blow out.

“This is how feelings sound,” dad told her once.

 

She was born three months before her time,

“a miracle,” people call her. Little did she know

that would not be the last time death

wondered through hallways playing

her guitar, tracing footsteps,

and murmuring the song of a remembered past.

 

Four times has she heard death’s voice, felt

her soft skin and smelled her sweet aroma.

Feeling death’s precence left her with scars

that made her realize how important

it is to be a fearless dreamer.

 

Today she looks at life with different eyes,

and she wonders if death and nature conversed once,

before she arrived to this place called Earth

three months before her time.

 

 

Hidden Truths (dramatic monologue):

 

The moon woke me up one night,

“music shall guide your way,” she whispered.

I heard her mellow voice as I wondered

through chambers of lost memories.

 

As the reflection of the sun shone,

the purloined guitar captured my sight,

making my cold feet halt at last. A spark

suffused my body as the soft voice

called my name, guiding me towards

hidden truths.

 

Suddenly, the sounds of enchanted

strings were heard, flooding the

room with music and waking up

confused souls. Assurance

and happiness were by my side

as the feeling of discovery

flowed through my body.

 

When her mellow voice ceased to whisper,

I knew I was on my way to discover

the sounds and stories that belong

to my foreign and vanished past.

 

 

By: Sheila Arellano