Elyssa's Mission: Who's Elyssa?

Voice

by Elyssa and Ken Meyers

(Elyssa's words appear in pink; Ken's in black)

Sixteen candles.
Blow.
And your wish?
A voice.
Make it loud.
Listen.

Eleven candles.
Look deep into the blue.
Windows to the soul.
Fresh, luscious apples
Just picked from the tree.
Their smell makes my stomach rumble.
I pick the ripest one, ruddy and smooth,
And all of a sudden
It's missing a bite.
Red apples.
So sweet, so innocent.

Twelve candles.
Blue turns to darkness.
Forced. Unwanted. Stop!
No! Scream. Cry.
It's done.
Why me?
I can barely breathe.
My neck is dripping in tears.
I hate who I am.
I have no desire.
I have nothing.
Mute.
VICTIM.
I'll never be alive again.
I stand confused.
Miserable as I am, I still love.
Alone.
Innocence lost.
Drowned in pink.
The unknown haunts.

Four letter word.
The cheetah sinks its teeth deeper, deeper.
Devours the insides.
Blue turns even darker.
It is as though the word is alive and wants to eat me.
It attacks me.
Like he attacked me.
It freezes my brain and makes me unaware of what is going on.
My blood gurgles and the pressure shoots up.

Silence.
The cat wins.
Blue filled with fear.
Speak.
Chocolate milk sits on the table.
My fear grows.
Thirteen candles.
Tears stream down her cheeks.
Hate.
Time passes.
Sickness stirs.
The fuzziest sweater is no longer soft.
Yet the flowers bloom and life goes on.
Color or no color, the windows open with truth.

Hear no evil.
See no evil.
Pants in flames.
Rip out the blue and make it disappear.
I had done nothing wrong.
The FACT that it did happen.
There is no greater fear than being helpless in an unsafe position.
Alone.
So alone.
So so alone.

Me against the world, so it feels.
Falling down the well.
I can't catch myself.
Where is everyone?
I can't help but think:
Does he suffer as much as I do? I did?...DO.
Challenge.
I speak the truth.
Do you know why?
Permanently ruined yet you roam free.
Sucked into the drain, forever drowning.
Save me.
The equation will never add up until you are behind bars.

Ten tons pressing on my shoulders.
The sting of the whip against my back.
Doctor, doctor, where is the anesthesia?
Exorcize it out of me, please, please.
We close our eyes at night in hope
For a dream that will soothe our wounds.
The darkness will become permanent.
Crank the music.
Louder. Louder.
My life flashes before me.
Somebody save me.
End my tears.
Make this feeling go away.
Please.
Take me to a place.
Far, far away.
Lift my spirit.
Steal my heart.
HAPPINESS?

16 candles.
The wax melts into the cake.
Stop the burning.
Each candle.
So precious.
Blue. Such a deep blue.
Twinkle, twinkle, my little star.
I love you.
Thank you for laughing with me.
For brightening my life.
Remember the inner me.
And smile.

Seventeen candles today.
Blow.
And your wish?
A voice.
Make it loud.
Listen.
Throughout my life so far, I conclude one thing is certain:
Whatever we are, we are always real.

November 20, 2004


		Voice by Elyssa and Ken Meyers (Elyssa's words appear in pink; Ken's in black) Sixteen candles. Blow. And your wish? A voice. Make it loud. Listen. Eleven candles. Look deep into the blue. Windows to the soul. Fresh, luscious apples Just picked from the tree. Their smell makes my stomach rumble. I pick the ripest one, ruddy and smooth, And all of a sudden It's missing a bite. Red apples. So sweet, so innocent. Twelve candles. Blue turns to darkness. Forced. Unwanted. Stop! No! Scream. Cry. It's done. Why me? I can barely breathe. My neck is dripping in tears. I hate who I am. I have no desire. I have nothing. Mute. VICTIM. I'll never be alive again. I stand confused. Miserable as I am, I still love. Alone. Innocence lost. Drowned in pink. The unknown haunts. Four letter word. The cheetah sinks its teeth deeper, deeper. Devours the insides. Blue turns even darker. It is as though the word is alive and wants to eat me. It attacks me. Like he attacked me. It freezes my brain and makes me unaware of what is going on. My blood gurgles and the pressure shoots up. Silence. The cat wins. Blue filled with fear. Speak. Chocolate milk sits on the table. My fear grows. Thirteen candles. Tears stream down her cheeks. Hate. Time passes. Sickness stirs. The fuzziest sweater is no longer soft. Yet the flowers bloom and life goes on. Color or no color, the windows open with truth. Hear no evil. See no evil. Pants in flames. Rip out the blue and make it disappear. I had done nothing wrong. The FACT that it did happen. There is no greater fear than being helpless in an unsafe position. Alone. So alone. So so alone. Me against the world, so it feels. Falling down the well. I can't catch myself. Where is everyone? I can't help but think: Does he suffer as much as I do? I did?...DO. Challenge. I speak the truth. Do you know why? Permanently ruined yet you roam free. Sucked into the drain, forever drowning. Save me. The equation will never add up until you are behind bars. Ten tons pressing on my shoulders. The sting of the whip against my back. Doctor, doctor, where is the anesthesia? Exorcize it out of me, please, please. We close our eyes at night in hope For a dream that will soothe our wounds. The darkness will become permanent. Crank the music. Louder. Louder. My life flashes before me. Somebody save me. End my tears. Make this feeling go away. Please. Take me to a place. Far, far away. Lift my spirit. Steal my heart. HAPPINESS? 16 candles. The wax melts into the cake. Stop the burning. Each candle. So precious. Blue. Such a deep blue. Twinkle, twinkle, my little star. I love you. Thank you for laughing with me. For brightening my life. Remember the inner me. And smile. Seventeen candles today. Blow. And your wish? A voice. Make it loud. Listen. Throughout my life so far, I conclude one thing is certain: Whatever we are, we are always real. November 20, 2004