A freedom

I forgot my Self time and time again

made the pain personal

misplaced all sense of being

I rearranged the losing of the love

I opened the book of my belonging and started severing the

pages of peeled apart memories

I split the words into letters

I am my own apparition

I take the cleaver and hack away at the past

grumpy ghoul what have you to show now?

you are ugly and you feel it deep in your bones

graceless garrison hold down the homeland

start gently to undo the hated fear and anger

throw away your rule book for writing

choose to believe instead in the purity of your truth

the scarred and scared sanctity of unlearned letters

fear made you question the perfunctory lack of knowing nothing

but the mere beauty of an unedged life

come crawling home now to the simple happiness

the joy of a freedom

the right to write, to be, to see without the taint

the stain, the strain of editing out your certainty   

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

From line one to last you seem to have shown Self removing such personal emotions as if Salome removing her veils -with grace and sincerity. Takes care and self-respect to expose such feelings, to say 'This is me, and, I am she for now and ever'

'fear made you question the perfunctory lack of knowing nothing
but the mere beauty of an unedged life
come crawling home now to the simple happiness
the joy of a freedom
the right to write, to be, to see without the taint
the stain, the strain of editing out your certainty '

How brilliant is that?!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"How frugal is the chariot that bears the soul"
Emily said that...and it is truth....we bare our souls with our words...and the pain is very personal and those who find in themselves the freedom to write....might tend to revise the certainty out of their poems.
Let them breathe...let them have their life...they will repay us somehow.
j.

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. Very powerful.