"Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong."
-Leo Buscaglia
They said I was made for gentleness.
But I wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be firm.
I desired power.
But is it in my gentleness that I am strong?
Is it in my mild manners where I find strength?
I wanted violence. I wanted gore. I wanted to fight.
But I am learning to embrace my own quiet might.
I so enjoy contradictions!
They give me life,
and put a sparkle in my eyes.
I love the way they make other people feel.
I love the crisis that engages two seeming opposites.
It makes people think. It makes people wrestle with themselves.
They will wrestle with their own beliefs.
About God, about love, about strength, about ingenuity.
i'm the ingenue in this one-act.
