Voice over performance of an original piece written by the voice over artist.
Middle Aged (35-54)
North American, US African American
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
it is true. Most things for me are intriguing, delightful, but not deeply and wholly desirable. And there's you the invisible storm that escaped the radar of my senses. Before I could name it. You peeled me of all defenses. It took me time. Though everyone knows I love a good storm, the kind that renovates all the things we call. Sure. And so since you did what you said you'd never do, I did, too. I followed you with an open heart gushing life full of rushing memory of times. Yet come I offered as a sacrifice the only one who could get in the way. She advised me to go, but I fought her to stay. And if staying means transforming from woman to win, then I am all in. You hear that I am all in. I am standing on the edge of my cliff, gazing down at the deep. I am more than willing to fall. I am ready to leap. It will surely be the death or the transcendence of me, she said. Play it safe. I begged her to let me live, she said, Stay away from the edge. But I knew something had to give. It was me. It was me that had to give because being realistic is nothing like choosing to live. I just may be gutted from within standing starry eyed spirit days in trail, splayed on the precipice of my in. Then let me. I just may be branded a fool for choosing my yes for taking the duplicitous honor of applause for pretense. Then let me I just maybe tossing my body over the edge of everything I was advised against. So write me off as another loss that's beyond being found. And let me then build a monument from the ashes on the ground where I last stood right me down and dust to be blown into the vibration of sound I shed my skin and all their in called back my spirit and became the wind woman I am no more I know no sin I've called back my soul and become the wind This is where me ends and I began