Mother Nature leaves you a message.
Directed by Simon Lane.
Poem by Laura Kirwan-Ashman.
Perform by Adjoa Andoh.
Hello, it’s me.
I’ve been trying to reach you for a while.
I know you’re busy.
I guess I keep missing you.
The truth is… I’m sick.
Everyday I feel a little more of my lifeblood seep way,
drifting out into the ether.
I’m just so tired.
I’ve been trying to pin it down, the exact point we stopped speaking…
Or rather, you stopped speaking to me.
Now, my voice is hoarse and does not carry even here.
Where it is so quite…
I see you.
Alone as you sit on the edge of your bed in the cold weak morning,
numb and vapid, staring into space.
When will you learn to take a breath, my darling?
I gave you everything you needed, and still it wasn’t enough.
I know I’ve hurt you, too.
In stormy rage and hurricanes of passion,
I was just trying to get your attention.
So now, my lungs are black and my heart is weak.
I sucked out the poison and swallowed it to spare you.
Trusting in your potential, believing you just needed more time to find your feet and stretch,
yawning and dewy, clear-eyed into the dawn.
But the light is almost out,
My wick burns low,
Shadows loom and flicker, dark as eternity licking at your heels,
ready to swallow you whole and snuff you out.
I was here before you,
and what is left of me will be here you are gone.
Only one of us has a choice.
I am your mother…and nature always finds a way.
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