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:
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
Freedom is a road, not a condition. And this work is progressing in the right direction!
They lay
Upon my soulscape
Like medieval ruins.
In need of
Rebuilding
Such an incredibly strong image. So many can relate to these words.
Cauterizing
These putrid black wounds
Long suppressed
Behind mental walls.......Brilliant, full of impacting imagery.
Knowing from the comment on toads i see how the poverty in the shelter becomes a prison in itself.
The worse bars, are the ones we create for ourselves, Bjorn.
Such strong imagery, Therisa. I especially love:
'Now
They lay
Upon my soulscape
Like medieval ruins'.
Powerful words.Keep on putting them out there. That's one of your 'freedoms'
The lines about leaving the rotten behind reads like a mantra, full of power and determination.
beautiful lines...they bring the thoughts as fresh images...great!
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