Paradoxically, Me (March 5, 2016)

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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.

Knowing

By doing this

Am creating

A polarized reaction

By my very existence.

For some

I am

An abomination

Meant to be

Put to death.

Others

A symbol of hope

And courage

By being 

Myself.

In the past

I hid

In the darkness

For my own protection.

And yet

Find myself

Torn

In two directions.

Whether

Or not

I should emerge

Fully

Into the light.

Exposing myself

To greater risks

And rewards.

Else

Move closer

To the grey shadows.

Offering me

A limited degree

Of protection

And possible benefits.

But

I want

Both.

Ok

Will admit

I'm being greedy.

Having been deprived

For so long.

Except

I'm scared

Will harm myself

For that very reason.

Like Icarus did

When he flew

Too close

To the sun.

As

An aspirated sigh

Escapes.


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".