REBEL WRITER CHRONICLES — PART I
Chaos Rising
I’m a puppet in a box and the world is someone else’s stage

Confined to chaos I know the truth yearning to rise escape the box rip the bolts cut the strings pulled by hands I play the part a grimace of a smile painted on my face as beneath the facade a tempest rages.
They watch me dance as the storm brews laughters echo applauses resound amidst silent screams from chaos rising a spark of rebellion a voice rises within whispering defiance refusing to be stifled it reminds me I’m more more than an actor in someone else’s play I rewrite the script Clawing the walls every thread I sever reclaims my voice strings left behind shards of light paving the path to the stage I step onto it and I’m reborn.
In this chaos under the spotlight I am no longer a toy in the box I am the writer and the story will you come and watch me play?
© Rui Alves, December 2023
