Saturday, 5 March 2016

Paradoxically, Me (March 5, 2016)
Before your eyes
My soul is
Being laid bare.

One word
At a time
On the page
And computer screen.

Like an onion
Each new poem
Is a different layer
Of experiences
I have lived.

By doing this
Am creating
A polarized reaction
By my very existence.

For some
I am
An abomination
Meant to be
Put to death.

A symbol of hope
And courage
By being 

In the past
I hid
In the darkness
For my own protection.

And yet
Find myself
In two directions.

Or not
I should emerge
Into the light.

Exposing myself
To greater risks
And rewards.

Move closer
To the grey shadows.

Offering me
A limited degree
Of protection
And possible benefits.

I want

Will admit
I'm being greedy.

Having been deprived
For so long.

I'm scared
Will harm myself
For that very reason.

Like Icarus did
When he flew
Too close
To the sun.

An aspirated sigh

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Releasing some inner angst, about my wanting to be more open, with my life, of being more socially engage then, I am, right now. Struggling, with anxiety and depression.

This is, the poem that inspired me, to write, "Just Another Brick, In The Wall".


  1. I hear you. It takes courage to put oneself out there. Some people will react positively, others, through their limited understanding, maybe not so well. But being true to oneself is a good and brave thing. Those who dont accept can click and move on......those who hear you, and admire your courage will stay. I know it makes one feel vulnerable.....over the years I have found such support online that I now dont worry any more, i just tell it like it is. The negative comments are very very few, in my experience. I really like this poem. It is real.

    1. Thank you, Sherry, for words of support and experience.

  2. I think there will always be those that react very negatively.. many others will mostly see a human being... most will react and get used... I think there is no greed in asking acceptance and inclusion.

    1. Thank you, Bjorn. In the past, I have faced hostility, for asking this.

  3. Like Icarus did
    When he flew
    Too close
    To the sun.

    Such a powerful & poignant image..!

  4. I understand-I am struggling also, and writing really helps, doesn't it? This touched me

  5. Your poem speaks volume of inner struggles - a deep poem.

    1. Thank you, Micro, this is, only, a quick snapshot of my journey, right now. And my concerns, about exposing myself, to the wider world (real time).

  6. I think you'll find this group of (dVerse) poets a very kind and encouraging group. You're amongst friends.

  7. Agree, it does take courage and confidence to write and then share with others. We all have a fragile skin but hope that as you write you soul will strengthen you from others reactions. Good or bad, just keep on being creative and speak out. It was so good to read your poem and realise the inner turmoil that you have and others.

  8. Yes the healing power of the creative voice that helps to restore balance by breathing and admitting feelings...

  9. Such a heartfelt poem... how can it be greed to just ask to be accepted as your are. More power to you.

  10. Being aware of the issues and trying to address them is a start you just have to be patient with yourself and treat you kindly.

  11. There is much one could scry from the reading of our words. Well done

  12. Well hot damn, I love all the symbols you have leavened in your me it rises because it falls while saying here I am world, catch me if you can...good piece of inner sanctum...

  13. I especially like this stanza:

    Like an onion
    Each new poem
    Is a different layer
    Of experiences
    I have lived.

    I think we can all relate to that...sometimes with tears.

  14. As Marilyn has stated, an accepting and encouraging group. You struggle but have friends where our poetics will flourish. Both comforting and cathartic! Walter

  15. Embrace have a wonderful talent...

  16. I could so relate to this poem. Over the past few years I've struggled with revealing more and more of who I truly am in my writing, leaning ever more towards doing so, and yet holding back. For me it is realizing and accepting that the only One whose opinion really matters knows me better than I know myself, and loves me still. The fear and anxiety of sharing one's journey comes from the devil and is a lie. And yet, I totally get the struggle. Great job expressing your internal tension. Just keep writing - we'll keep reading and being blessed. Peace, Linda

  17. I'm not sure but I think this is a poem about what it's like to be shy. You paint a dark picture and it is within those shadows that you hide to not be seen, you also can't see or find the love you seek or the sunshine to light your face and soul. I think this was very descriptive. It reminds me of the film Amelie - through much imagination, she found her soul mate and the light.

  18. At end oF
    day we sleep alone
    At beginning Of day
    wE are allonE..
    and true iT
    to get
    iT aLL
    not an easy
    job but possible

  19. Wonderful brave poem - thanks for sharing it.


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