Something to be said for the passing of time

Hello!

It’s me again. I thought I would share some words with you all, of poems and things I’ve written throughout the year and never typed up. I’ve just completed the first year of my BA in Musical Theater at the Institute of the Arts Barcelona and I have to say it’s been absolutely wild! Hahah. I was too focused during the year on other things to maintain this blog, but going forward I’m going to publish some poems and reflections of my life here in Spain 🙂

Also, this Friday I’m heading out on a two week trip around Europe (because I’m technically homeless haha) and I will try to write as much as I can about the experiences and places I’m going to visit!

Here’s a poem from:

May 4th, 2018

Time passes like the 9am jazz class.

It creeps by slowly and painfully

all the while tired dancers

glance at the clock

wondering if they can move

their racked bodies another inch.

But once you get lost in the music

accept defeat as a process

humiliation as a stepping stone

Soon 10:30 will roll around

and every drop of sweat is forgotten

when we laugh in the sun

and drink excessive amounts of caffeine.

I am endlessly grateful

for picking the painful path.

Art feeds my body and soul

and blisters are now part of my skin

but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

These months floated by

dragged me by

threw me into deep water, charred skin and bruised ego

Stripped me of fear, of shame, of my limits

Taught me how to become more and more each day

to move forward and backward and up

to find guidance in moon and stars

and friends in the most unexpected places.

Forced me to break down and rebuild

countless times

each life and death moving with seamless grace

I am endlessly grateful

For the difficult path

I wouldn’t have it any other way