She is inside me. She is outside me. She surrounds me.
She is chewed fingernails. She is exalted esteem.
She is drowning in the distance.
She is floating in a tomb.
In a womb, she is floating. Face down, she is floating.
She flops herself over. She is breathing through her nose, her mouth.
The water rushes in. She is full, not choking.
She spits as needed. She knows how to spit. She knows when to spit.
She spits well. She spits far. She has learned.
No longer choked full, she gags with a force that cries “No more!” And she is quiet.
She is resting. She is listening. She is waiting.
She speaks. I’m not listening. She cries. I’m not listening.
She pleads. She whines. She screams. I’m not listening.
She is silent. Where did she go?
In her silence she knows I am seeking.
We play a game of mouse who is quiet and cat who does not chase,
but runs away all the way around until it’s coming back.
When you run in circles, halfway around is as far as you can go.
She waits for me to run halfway around and back. I find her waiting.
I ask her to speak and she answers with a caress that soothes,
with tears that fall,
with truth that beckons.
“Who are you?” I ask and she answers “Just me.”
Wisdom drawn from simplicity.
She holds strength like a volcano that lies dormant.
She holds pain like a fire that has settled.
She holds truth like a mirror that reflects.
She holds so much she needs to be held.
Not by some anonymous someone….she needs to be held by me.
She beckons, “Come closer.” On hands and knees I inch.
She beckons “Come closer.” On my belly I approach.
She beckons “Come closer.”
“I am right beside you,” I answer. “How much closer can I get?”
She does not speak. She crawls inside and settles. She is floating face up. She is alive.
She is breathing. Through nose and mouth water rushes in.
She does not choke. She does not spit. She swallows.
She absorbs me. I am embodied, a container unto myself.
I evolve neither chewed nor exalted.
I am just me.
I am whole.
I am divine, a six-pointed star.
I am the one who.
This is an excerpt from my new, recently-completed one-woman show, I Am the One Who. This biomythography portrays my healing journey from childhood trauma to empowerment. The debut performance will be presented October 12, 7:00 pm at the Red Sands Castle Theatre in Toronto, Canada and will feature internationally renowned taiko drummer Tiffany Tamaribuchi! (Yahoo!) Come check it out, but be aware that even though it’s grounded in a message of hope, it includes portrayals of sexual violence and childhood ritual abuse. Run time is 2 hours and includes a 15-minute intermission. A post-performance discussion will be held.
For tickets, go to universe.com/iamtheonewho