This Is A Break Up

This piece was inspired by The Greatest Showman's song, 'This Is Me'. I performed this spoken word piece at my first 'featurette' for Malam Sayu Berpuisi. It was the rare opportunity to perform at KLPAC. I sang part of the chorus as the finale of this piece. I tried to use the many different elements that I have learned from the workshops that I attended in 2017.

break1
breɪk
verb
verb: break; 3rd person present: breaks; past tense: broke; gerund or present participle: breaking; past participle: broken
  1. 1.
    separate into pieces as a result of a blow, shock, or strain.

Hello, can you hear me?
You are B-b-b-b-b-b-breakin up
Eight days, 8 months, 8 years
That is a loooooong time to be
a p a r t . . .
Break my aching heart
Into pieces that
Rake my fields of joy
Break apart like a tree struck by lightning
Split in half, burnt to a crisp
Collapsed, defeated.

Break
d
o
w
n
Break...
My thoughts
Break...
My fears
Break...
My feeling
Break...
My trust
Break...
My back
Break...
my neck
Break this habit.

Take me down
Face my thoughts
Face my fears
Face my feelings
Find my trust
Don't look back
Hold my neck
Bite this bullet.
Hit the BRAKES!

Beh-beh-beh-Beh-rakes-rakes-rakes-rakes-Brakes

Broken records on repeat
Peat
Peat
Peat
Peat
Peat
Like meningitis
The sick become epileptic
Tick tick tick tick tick
Fit after fit after fit
Nothing fits
For Pete's sake
Gimme a break.

B r e a t h e . . . .
*inhale*
*exhale*

Take a breath
Take a break
Have breakfast
Breaking bread
Sharing bread
Falling crumbs
Feeling numb

Break into these big shoes you have to fill
Run fast from the clothelines that hold you down
Down the track to moving on
Break your own records
Run fast
Run faster
Run to the finish line of tomorrow.

Break out of the prison of insecurity
Break down the walls that hold me back from recovery
Climb over the barricade
Rise up from the rubble
And break free.

Break in to song
Sing a long to show tunes
Like
"But I won't let them break me down to dust
I know that there's a place for us
For we are glorious
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me"

- Swit Marie
0425H 9th February 2018
Bahagia HQ



Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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