This proud isolation that I hold myself captive within contains no flowers
to brighten its view........
This self-imposed darkness
I have put in place
Runs like wildly tumbling water
in my veins
Expressing itself as I release in words
from each pore
All of my self-imposed pain
This proud isolation
that I hold myself captive within
Contains no flowers
to brighten its view
Only my infatuation with this sentence
I have imposed
On myself
and these chains I wear too
In fleeting expressions
of freedom
to be found
I stare longingly
at a windowless door
Then tremble in fear and confusion
at the mere thought
Of even walking across the floor
My idealized image
of how my life should be
Holds me captive
here in my own war
I am the only one who can release me
from this space
Untie myself
walk out my windowless door
Wow! This is perhaps my favorite of yours Neva. You deal with a topic rarely seen in your writings and you do it with the same ease and beauty as with those of enlightenment. Fear is indeed crippeling and can rendour us both powerless and imobile. Nice job!
thsi reminds me of of ..... oh yeah my that telluign me that the only who can hurt you the most and amke you not do the things you want ! is yourself this poem talks about that love the poe m neva !:)
powerful and revealing . this smacks of the agoraphobic and renders me speechless. i am at a loss to express the words to define what this did to me.let's just say i will look at leaving my personal spaces in a whole different light from now on. excellent write!
Wow! This is perhaps my favorite of yours Neva. You deal with a topic rarely seen in your writings and you do it with the same ease and beauty as with those of enlightenment. Fear is indeed crippeling and can rendour us both powerless and imobile. Nice job!
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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