Observation post sharing a vulnerable story during a playback theatre conference in Bengaluru, Home Group lead by Joke Rood
Written by Jibrael Jos
A story kept knocking
Inside my heart
Mind kept it locked,
lest it tears me apart
A leap of faith
After seven odd years
it had become the centerpiece
In the museum of my fears
Awareness which sunk in
With shooting pain
Knowledge of the loss
As tears swelled into rain
In the torrential monsoon
I saw it played out
Because I trusted my circle
After years of doubt
Once played back
I felt no longer a victim
I could accept my inequities
And reset my system
A wound I received
Which I refused to heal
Afraid my mask n fortress
Will crumble and peal
Perspectives of my story
And my shattered mirror
Distorted facets
Flowing in the playback river
Healer and the Potter
works in mysterious ways
Sometimes I am the wheel
But mostly I am the clay
