Bound

I bound myself with ropes
restrained every whim
crippled my own two legs
constricted

And i wept with tears of regret
with eternal sorry's on my lips
why was I allowed to breathe?
worthless

I filled myself with dirt
I fed the inner demons
left myself for the worst
deserted

But i AM something
not the nothing i used to be
i have this beating soul
raging inside of me

i AM worthwhile
and not a frigid corpse
the salt from my eyes is
meaningful

because i DO understand
i do belong on this map
my footsteps are not
faulty

And i WAS wretched
only when i thought myself so
i carved myself hollow
completely

But let me be
that which i was meant
let me not falter
let me not repent

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[lostboy]

each time we make it through the demons and the dirt we have gained something. that which you were ment to be you will be whether you repent of it or not.

[Fran Marie]

an intense piece.... nicely done

[Coyote Poetry]

A very tense poem Sonia. To be bounded and left. No desire to repent. Only thing that would be left is death. You wrote a powerful poem. Easy to fall down and give up. Harder to get up and tell the world. I'm alright and do what you desire. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[N. Scott Cohen]

I really enjoyed the content, but the last lines of the stanzas really hit me strange. Some of the words (e.g. completely, constricted) didn't fit with the rest of the structure. However, very deep and beautiful content.

[Charles]

There is a strange irony that allows one to feel free through restraint...
I know it only in an esoteric sense but I know it...
Nice read.

[Inci 2]

beautiful words... lovely poetry

[Caitlynxoxo]

this was a very powerful poem! :) I liked the descriptive words you used, describing the person and their "restraints".Very nice! Thanks for sharing

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo