The fight to reinvent yourself
A poem about my rebirths
Hello loved ones,
This week as it is Easter I am sharing my poem ‘The Fall’.
It is a poem about reinventing yourself and the price it often comes at. I am the queen of reinventing myself.
This Thursday, I have the last showing this season of my cabaret ‘Love Story’. It’s sold out!
Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you who have come to see the show so far, it’s been an amazing experience and I am honoured to have shared it with you.
I’m currently working on some new projects and am bursting to share more with you soon!
Love,
Eleanor
The Fall
I've been dragged down
To the hollows again
Where I think all my problems
Will be solved by fame
And money and power
And such worldly gains
Their faces were different
The devil the same
And I've danced a dance
With familiar pains
Building up dams
To shut out the rains
But the waters they came down
Pouring all the same
The house of me shook
And my sands washed away
The problems they came
In their ones twos and threes
Amidst devastation I fell to my knees
All shell-less with battered skins
I looked to the trees
The aspens requested I dampen my pleas
Still I crawled from my cave
Back up into the light
With tears down my face
But my head turned upright
And I saw with my own eyes
The beautiful sight
Of a woman who's raising her sword up to fight
It's not pretty at all
To witness the fall
But much prettier less
To be handed it all
On a gold gilded platter
To be queen of all matter
On some days but others
To see the self shatter
I make and make and make myself again until God's will is made
It's not pretty at all
It's not pretty at all
The scramble back up
That follows the fall