She travels back to the past,
It unravels so fast,
As she picks over the carcass,
She was always a certainty to be last,
The world swept her aside,
Like cutting down the mast,
Setting her adrift in choppy seas,
Feeling the hurt of rejection,
When surging inside of her was a talent oozing sensation,
As she acted out the famous plays,
Like ‘Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’ she was Maggie,
People would have laughed if they had known,
Just a plain girl trying to be better then Elizabeth Taylor!
But she understood the frustration of Maggie’s plight,
As to try and win her husband’s love she too had to fight,
For his elusive attention,
As he admired beautiful women,
She was just his plain wife with nothing!
But just a talent oozing from her damaged heart,
Her soul took flight to find a part,
In the world of many hurts,
Like flying through the lost echoes of famous actresses,
All fighting for her attention,
To make her art their best part,
Her creative escape to carve out her own chart,
She loved the play ‘Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf’
She acted from her inner rage that she connected with from the page,
As her own war with her husband needed to be sorted out by a sage,
The spills of deep insecurities rolled off the page,
Like her soul kicking at the wretchedness of her life,
She was a queen of hearts with her great courage she had as his wife,
Trying to tame her husband to respect her emotions,
Instead of him dismissing them as mere notions,
The war is long over and she has blossomed into a glamorous woman,
She feels a terrible loss of passion,
Life has become easy like her fashion,
Just an easy style,
She wishes for the hunger she had for the stage,
That has nothing to do with a wage,
She has become one of the crowd,
With her beautiful clothes, hair style and make-up,
She is proud,
But kicking still from the depths of her is a talent,
Bursting from her raw soul a continous chant,
She shouts out ‘This is me’ her constant rant,
Just the plain girl is at the core of her soul,
Crying for the loss of her deep passion,
Like the ocean taking it’s last breath,
She has become visible in a shallow world that doesn’s give a toss,
The plain girl screams,
For all she has lost!
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