This
week has been a very testing week for me with the obstacles I have
faced. It may sound corny and even clichéd but among the turmoil I
have also seen some light and put my thoughts on paper, by composing
the following poem. This poem works at two levels for me. The
feedback I have received about my poetry at the writers group is that
maybe I need to trim the rhyme and really get to the core of the
emotions. Unlike my usual rhyming poems I have started experimenting
with a prose poetry style. This poem has also been like catharsis for
me. Here goes.
The
Light Within Turmoil.
Acted in
haste,
Repent a
life sentence.
Not just
at leisure
I live
and breath the karma.
Although
I have broken the chains
I am
still held prisoner
of the
cruel torture chamber.
Trying
to break the wings I found.
Consuming
my mind, body and soul
eating
away the goodness.
Gripping
so tight I cannot breath,
Passive
suffocation
away
from the darkness of the dungeon.
I now
hold the key
and
nobody can touch me.
It
causes pain
That I
am not held captive
Inside
the cage.
Going
insane
with an
unfulfilled mission,
of
obsessive vendetta.
Trying
to break me at a distance
Crumbling
down on my knees.
This
bird has strong wings
and will
keep flying high.
In
captive I did not break
and
walked away standing tall
cutting
the rope of suffocation.
I cannot
be harmed at distance.
The
light of an angel
Set me
free,
from the
darkness of the dungeon.
This
light fuels my inner fight.
This is amazing Maya and I know and somewhat understand the pain that you feel my lovely. x x x
ReplyDeleteThank you Andli for your comment. I knew you would relate to this poem. xxx
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