The Corridor

Her eyes trace the wounds of time,

As hesitation oozes from its sores; 

This was never really here, it says

And she wonders where she’s read that before.

 

Chains are left dangling from her ears

While she wanders the corridor of new sound;

Her captor tugs his chain of controlled thought,

But only slightly, so she’d not know she was bound. 

 

Her mind is oblivious to its prison

Though her spirit begs to be free;

The corridor whispers to her its secrets,

And then urges her to flee. 

 

She doesn’t know why she can no longer stay,

Or why her heart sings a different tune;

The whispers she heard sang of hope and self-love,  

Then released her from her mind’s tomb. 

Reviews

[Cliff Rhodes]

"Her captor tugs his chain of controlled thought,
But only slightly, so she’d not know she was bound."

This is very interesting and oh, so true of many, many, people. I have found myself amazed at discoveries I have made about old theories, when suddenly freedom sounded the alarm.

[Blue Sky]

Excellent writing! A place that becomes all too comfortable yet shouldn't be

She doesn't know why she can no longer stay,
Or why her heart sings a different tune;

beautifully captured in words, an excellent piece!!

[Butch Decatoria]

Brilliant poem, such imagery. Thanks for sharing...

[Lucifer Jones]

You always give the reader a brush and the nudge to paint... Once again love the emotion and the images conjured. Thank you.

[SilentDream]

Your piece left me breathless. For me, hesitation lingered a little... (perhaps that's a bit of "me" that I read into this... or that hope came in whispers).

A necessary escape nonetheless. So nicely done.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

That was heart-breaking. Specially the coda of it, it concluded the entire poem very well and left it on such a thoughtful note. Well Done!

[Rosalind Gale]

Reading this reminded me of my uncle telling me about the Berlin Wall coming down in 1989. And how there was great rejoicing as people obtained their 'freedom.'
A change of scene. a change of style. I enjoyed walking through this particular corridor - thank you.
Rosa -x-

[Chris]

To be alive - to feel how you want or can feel. To begin to learn all over again what it is to be you... is a seldom received chance most don't even know enough of to dream about.

[Dionysus Cain]

i dont think they understood, but pretty cool, pretty neat!

[Spoken]

great depth and word crafting in this piece very vivid descriptive imagery

[Brette Medb]

The mind can indeed be it's own prison. I really liked the lonely imagery you left us with. Wonderful job.

B