The Monologue of Monique

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever wondered why it is you are born alone

Alone with no memory of who you really are 

Born for someone

A stranger to name you something they deem worthy

Thrust into a new realm of understanding

New emotions

A new horizon overflowing with Lovers and manipulative 

Haters

Judgemental and if you're lucky

Some kind souls, but ultimately new experiences

And then, when you eventually die

Hopefully surrounded by loving friends

You return alone to share your brief life

To the fellow travellers who wait by those alabaster gates

You once walked through so long ago

There are two strong groups waiting on the other side

So I have been told in deep dreams

The Haters

A collective term for the fallen souls 

Hatred and jealousy on their many levels

People who have endured hardship

Loss and whatever else, and willingly sacrifice kindness for callous judgment

To stand by the Devil

The people who would rather argue and fight

The despondent who seeks constant conflict

The game players and manipulators

And the Light

Kind companions

Who has walked tragedies hard, stone-cobbled pathways and still

Shine a light of friendship without an ulterior motive

People who seek a means to rejuvenate you without anything in return

People who try to help when help is needed

It is a strange sensation hearing these thoughts.

People may think in their judgmental shadows

I could be a dark creature in my deepest core, as they

Lean back and judge 

But if one doesn't explore the depths of light and dark experiences, as the voices whisper in the half-light

What is the point of only sharing the goodness in the world without recognising the darkness?

These times are awash in the great unveiling.

It is the Age Of Aquarius

Maybe when I die and in fifty or even a hundred years

People might see that I was a conduit sending a light 

Channelled from the Red Church to help strengthen those in need

Do I seek love and connection with the viewer

Did the many before me

All we seek, so I have been told

Is to plant a seed

A seed to question more

Be kinder

More compassionate

I am currently feeling the strength flow out of me

Old age and endless days of hardship 

But still, I fight the encroaching darkness

Especially at night

I am only one of many voices in the world.

Before you leave, though

One question

What will you leave behind if you suddenly passed away tonight

Money 

Wealth or love

Or even better, a legacy for some to be inspired by

Is that why you, too, should be brave enough to write

Unafraid of the world's many haters, and instead seek to reach those who love to share their light

If you don't leave anything

Have you ever wondered

In a few years

Regardless of your relationships

Something deep to ponder upon.

Salute.

The Monologue of Monique

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you only want to be a few lame messages on social media on birthdays or Christmas?

With cheap flowers on an ornate headstone, a few tears, the three-letter affirmation of repeated weakened Love as the years pass

R.I.P

Copyright John Duffy

The name Monique is a French feminine name, derived from the Latin name Monica, and ultimately meaning "advisor" or "counsellor". It is also associated with the meaning of "wise". The name is thought to have gained popularity through Saint Monica, the mother of Saint Augustine, known for her unwavering faith and spiritual guidance.

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