Christine Phillips Poet Dramatic Monologue

The road

I walk this road alone
In search of my home
I walk this road alone
Moving from country city and town
I walk this road alone
Following the light that is moving beneath the ground
I walk this road alone without script or purse
and mingling with the universe
Evening creeps upon me
Like mad men shouting in the street
Hurling stones and stomping on the ground
It felt like the wilderness was moving away from me
 and the mountain was closing in with the sea, the crowd began to swell 
and I found a place where my spirt could dwell; there was no one there 
but something more powerful than me brought me there.
I did not know what to do, but my heart saw me through
It composes a beautiful tune that my heart could not sing it
But my spirit could absorb it.
I walk this road alone with m y feet glued to the ground
Searching for the lost crown, 
I could hear the wind bellowing in the distance
And my heart starts to sing, not out of season
But for a specific reason; it is the song that I have never sing
And it had a specific rhythm;
 it is the song that takes me on a journey
Around the world,
 I travel this world alone searching for a ship to take me to Egypt
I travel this road alone searching for a home
So, meet me at terminal three before my body gets cold
             I walk this road alone in search of you

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