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.

9 comments:

  1. 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

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

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  3. They lay
    Upon my soulscape
    Like medieval ruins.

    In need of
    Rebuilding

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

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

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

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

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  6. Such strong imagery, Therisa. I especially love:

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

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

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

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