Take these shackles off, dear Mother
Do not enchain me
I am already enslaved
By society
The pressures’ building up
Day by day by day
I can’t accomplish these crosses
Yours and mine
Do not live through me
Your fears and heartbreaks
I can’t hold my head up
It’s heavy, dear Mother
I stumble with each step
In this ill-lighted alley
Of which breeds contempt and negativity
I struggle within myself
To find the light, carry on
Sometimes the gloom scores effortlessly
Most times a pinhole of ray guides me
I am soap on a string
Diminishing with frequent use
I’m hanging on tight
But it’s slippery
I am weary
Like a caged up canary
I fight shadows in my sleep
The only rest enforced me
Petal P. Rose
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2 comments:
U write nice poem but this one rather weary, and it worries me.
Hi Jenn,
Noooo...don't worry about it. Most postings here are true to whatever stresses and joy I feel but do know that I am not likely to give it all up or commit suicide. I just want to run away from myself - which unfortunately, is quite impossible.
Come back often, I generally post Sundays - as you do on Wednesdays (right??) *wink*
Petal P. Rose
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