Trapped In My BodyA Poem by Clara KevieYour body is your vessel, but sometimes it feels like a casketI'm trapped inside a box that is my body. Like a mime, I push at the sides, But the mime is doing it as a hobby, Whereas I have no choice like the tides. The tides don't ask to move; It's caused by all the fish and the moon. Then again, the tides have nothing to prove, Whereas I care about my cocoon. I can't escape it until the next phase, Until I break it and run away. But broken, I couldn't win that race, Whereas a butterfly could find its way. Butterflies are only held in high regard once they break free from their chains. They're beautiful once free from their ward, Whereas I'm obligated to decorate my pain. Banging inside my shell as my heart beats, Walls close in and I make a racket, Others love their working vessel as a treat, Whereas I feel underwater inside my casket.
© 2016 Clara KevieAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorClara KevieAboutI'm a student with occasional desperate moments of figuring myself out. I write mostly casual whimsical fleeting thoughts. PM me; I take requests :) I'd appreciate if you left constructive fee.. more..Writing
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