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All the Hope We Carry (Theatre Playscapes) All the Hope We Carry by Susan L. Marshall
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“If we carry enough hope, we can heal the world.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“A young girl’s stroke has breathed us life
upon this luscious, grassy meadow.
Unbound we float in the aether,
protecting the sanctuary of life below.

To grow, this world needs nurturing
only Lady Solary’s warmth can provide.
Yet light flickers briefly then fades,
like a struck match failing to ignite.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“We must fight for our hopes, Samuel,
they are too precious to lose.
If we carry enough hope, we can heal the world.

So, let this light carry our hopes
and dress the world in bright colours,
just like this alluring rainbow.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“The familiar tune returns,
its drifting quality heightened in pitch,
like the sound of a bird,
free flying through the soft breeze.

I allow myself to believe
that I may just be that bird,
taking a small adventure
across my tiny island.

I could have wings that soar,
high above the red stained streets
into a much calmer, brighter sky.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“I am knee deep in sea water now,
feeling the energy of the tidal waves
as they roll inwards towards the shore.

A tide that exhales life spent,
across its great, red stained sea.
Its waves’ beats are out of sync,
as they crawl slowly towards land.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“It is sad to consider life’s impermanency.
To touch the world with one’s
special grace and to then leave it ...
behind.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“I am reaching towards the sun.
A source of comfort and reassurance.
I swear I can see Claire’s face in its luminescence.
She is smiling at me.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“I am pressing my palm gently against the coraline limestone.
It feels warm against my skin, alerting me to
my own physical presence in this moment.
My body exists right here, right now.

I feel the rare, radiant rays of the sun,
warming my neck and back.
Steady the light is, not fading away this time.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Rage on, anger will,
be it day or night,
an existence that has emptied me
of light’s vibrancy.

A walking shadow I have become.
My soul’s pockets empty of life.

I see my shadow now,
flittering closely behind me,
determined to follow my trails
into the encroaching darkness.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Grass must bring life.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“This hand, it is mine,
yet when I pick up a pencil
it has a mind of its own.

It has a story to draw,
beating the breath of life
through its lines and shapes,
across the wide, open paper.

If I just attune myself
to the unravelling melody,
I know I will be able to take that journey
and heal the torn, aching world.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“If I close my weary eyes,
I can shut the dark out,
just for a single moment
and see the world I hope to see.

Unravel its detail does,
so slowly in the dim light.

It is a fragile dream,
half awake, half asleep.
Sketches of a world I yearn to reach.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“I live here, yet I am not seen.
The world pulses with bloodshed,
that sends shivers down my spine.

Try, I do, to find places to hide
within the confines of these walls,
away from the rage of metal.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Instinctively, I flap my arms beside me,
streaking fire across the sky
with my red flamed, fluttering wings.

High I am, staring down at
the creased world below me.
A world that I have sworn to protect.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“I feel the searing, burning of my hands,
caught alight by the red-tipped fire.
Silent I am, mesmerised by the flames
that have now caught me in their trap.

Fire is bad.
Fire takes people away.

Claire’s words are accurate.
I am in a burning dream world.
One that I may never leave.
My hands and arms are now alight
and my eyes are stinging with tears.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“You must keep your eyes open,
don’t lose yourself here in Maren.
The dark can coax and hide you,
stripping you of your glowing light
and nurturing the very fears that torment you.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Wanderers they are, across the
unpredictable wrath of day and night.
Bearers of battle’s anguish, they see
more of the world than we, in these confines.

Unknown to us, are the reasons for such fight,
that strip the souls of man with live fire.

Sitting ducks are we, to war’s wrath.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Yet, the light outside is not the same.
It ticks with madness,
expelled by angry bodies.
Natural light has been
outshone by the fire
of angry, wrathful metal.

So we hide, away from war
and the comforting faces
we once shared our lives with.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“The land of Maren, my island,
calls to me in my fretful sleep.
Like dancing ribbons of light,
it winds its memories around
my starved, yearning torso,
tearing at my aching heart.

“I am twirling now,
unravelling a ribbon memory
of light, warm sand
and cresting waves around me.

“To feel at breath with my
unique, native land
and to retrace my footprints
across its terrains would be ...
heavenly.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Black, so much black paint
smears itself across our windows.
We block out them,
yet we also block out light.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Here is a paper crease,
folded severely by a determined hand.
It is the crossroad that I’ve been told
to keep an eye out for.
I can do this!

Stepping onto the crease,
I tense my body in anticipation of the worst.
I am rising higher now as the crease grows,
forming into a large, dotted green hill.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry
“Echoes of life call to me,
like sparks of hope in the darkness.
Times of play and freedom ...

The trees we would climb,
higher and higher towards the sky,
releasing our dreams towards the heavens.”
Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry

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