I'm a Leo. That's a Lion. The loud, not afraid to stand one's ground, bravely sails into the fray, the torrential whirlpool of Grecian Mythology, Charybdis (Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast of Sicily). The noble lion, leader of the pack, guardian of the weak, symbol of the righteous.
Righteous? Well...I doubt that, but I am loud, and can be brash. Lately I have taken the helm and spearheaded projects; leading the charge through the fog and fire. Sometimes I marvel at my ability to remain sane, even in the middle of everything.
Sometimes I doubt myself. Sometimes I feel less like a lion and, more like a lamb, but yet, I still push through. I find the courage and the dedication to make it work. And that is something to be proud of. I had written plays that get performed and ar enjoyed. I have taken 24 Hour Theatre and made it something that The Lake Country Players can be proud of. I am running an Improv Troupe (Lake Country Improv). I have found the strength in myself, when I thought none existed. That is the mark of the Lion, the Mighty Leo.
When I think of how I came to be this person that exists. The Writer. Theatrical Director. Improv Actor. Actor. Tech Crew. Poet. I think about the questions that have run through my head, because that's what happens when I am involved in something. I start asking questions.
I ask the questions that need to be asked and the ones that I already know the answer and even the ones I don't know that answers to. I think that is why I am a Leo, because I ask the questions. Even when I am so unsure and afraid or when the questions seem dumb and I don't dare speak the question, I still ask them. It's part of me and it's how I work through stuff, especially when I do not know what to do.
Today's A to Z challenge blends well into the NaPoWriMo poem for today. Prompt for today is to write a poem using only questions, except for the last line. What a challenge! It's like playing the improv game "Questions Only", which is a hard game to play, when you only can think in questions. This poem reminds me of my time in high school, when I was always questioning myself and life. I still fall into this pattern, but I usually try to make the questions work for me, not against. Hope you enjoy, Dear Readers.
Where does the time go?
How fast is it really going?
Why do I worry?
Is there an end in sight?
Is that the real reason for the worry?
What is the truth of the matter?
Why do I do this?
Why can't I get past it?
What can I do?
Is there an answer out there?
Will I find my way?
What is the answer?
Is it simple?
Is it one that will be hard to make?
Where can I find these answers?
When will I know?
Why must I wait?
What is the reason in waiting?
Will I grow?
Is there logic in waiting?
Why am I asking these questions?
What can I do until the answer comes?
Will I know the answer?
Will it be good?
Will it be right?
Will I find it in a book?
Will it come to me through a person?
Will I learn something from the land?
What will the world teach me?
How will the world teach me?
Maybe I just need to stop and listen.