Saturday 1 July 2017

Liberty (July 1, 2017)

Freedom to do
Whatever
Whenever
You want.

Knowing
The restrictive
Institutional rules
Don't apply
Now.

No longer forced
Or viewed
As a child
To be supervised.

And yet
My soul is
Still imprisoned
In need of healing.

As the battle wounds
Are exposed
To the uncompromising glare
Of the morning sun.

Cauterizing 
These putrid black wounds
Long suppressed
Behind mental walls.

Now 
They lay
Upon my soulscape
Like medieval ruins.

In need of
Rebuilding 
And moving forward.

Leaving the lies
In the dark.

Forever more.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: The fourth chapter poem for A Work, In Progress.

10 comments:

kaykuala said...

These putrid black wounds
Long suppressed
Behind mental walls

Freedom seems to be curtailed unnecessarily by mental restrictions. Very true Therisa. One tends to create unnecessary limits!

Hank

Brendan said...

Freedom is a road, not a condition. And this work is progressing in the right direction!

Kerry O'Connor said...

They lay
Upon my soulscape
Like medieval ruins.

In need of
Rebuilding

Such an incredibly strong image. So many can relate to these words.

Julian said...

Cauterizing
These putrid black wounds
Long suppressed
Behind mental walls.......Brilliant, full of impacting imagery.

brudberg said...

Knowing from the comment on toads i see how the poverty in the shelter becomes a prison in itself.

Therisa's World said...

The worse bars, are the ones we create for ourselves, Bjorn.

Kim M. Russell said...

Such strong imagery, Therisa. I especially love:

'Now
They lay
Upon my soulscape
Like medieval ruins'.

Paul John Dear said...

Powerful words.Keep on putting them out there. That's one of your 'freedoms'

Magaly Guerrero said...

The lines about leaving the rotten behind reads like a mantra, full of power and determination.

Sreeja said...

beautiful lines...they bring the thoughts as fresh images...great!

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