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Posted by ROO on July 30, 2003, at 9:36:39
I feel like there's this cavity in my chest (or is
it my heart?) where there are all these words...
But they've been so repressed, so neglected, so devalued,
and they are so tangled up and confused that I wouldn't
even know what to do with them if I released them from their
incarceration. I'm scared of them. Scared of their ugliness.
Scared of their hunger; their neediness. Scared they won't be
pretty. Scared they'll make me look dumb. Worst of all, scared
of their mediocrity. I'm so scared I can't even look at them.
They want to come out of their cage. They are restless, like
hyperactive puppies that need to run. I think they just want
love. They want me to take off their chains and just love them, hold
them, play with them.
Words,
like small birds
caught in my throatSomething with wings
something that sings
swings
like a monkey
from branch to branchMoths, dragonflies, butterflies
Truth and lies
they beat like small hearts,
trying to riseI've stayed in the cocoon too long
Trying hard not to be born
But it's wearing me out
and let's face it
I was meant for bigger things
to use my wings
to do's my thingA shinier life awaits me
a throbbing jungle of color
buzzing with insects, snakes
and monkeys.
Posted by kara lynne on July 30, 2003, at 13:57:50
In reply to Words..., posted by ROO on July 30, 2003, at 9:36:39
Those are beautiful words Roo. They leave me speechless.
Are there little Roos in there too...?
Posted by ROO on July 30, 2003, at 15:12:42
In reply to Re: Words..., posted by kara lynne on July 30, 2003, at 13:57:50
> Those are beautiful words Roo. They leave me
speechless.
Thanks :-) That was a journal entry and I'm thinking
of working on it and expanding it into some sort of essay.
>
> Are there little Roos in there too...?
What do you mean?
Posted by kara lynne on July 30, 2003, at 19:55:18
In reply to Re: Words...Kara Lynne, posted by ROO on July 30, 2003, at 15:12:42
...your references to small birds and puppies and monkeys--I just pictured little baby kangaroos in there too...
I think you should definitely turn it into an essay. It's beautifully written, and something I identify with so well.
Posted by gabbix2 on July 30, 2003, at 22:13:10
In reply to Roos, posted by kara lynne on July 30, 2003, at 19:55:18
Roo, you gave me chills. So good.
Posted by ROO on July 31, 2003, at 8:41:46
In reply to Roos, posted by kara lynne on July 30, 2003, at 19:55:18
Posted by KimberlyDi on July 31, 2003, at 15:48:49
In reply to Words..., posted by ROO on July 30, 2003, at 9:36:39
Caccooned
gossamer strands of memories
wound tightly
inner me
struggling to be free
emerging
one thread at a time
clinging silken web
sticks to my fingertips
as I release
reluctant
one thread at a time
hesitating
those memories
pain and fear
are me
if i let me go
who will i be?Obviously I'm not a poet. Ha! When I'm REAL upset, I get the urge to write. When my first adult love left me, I felt that my memories of us together were suffocating me. It took me so long to let him go.
KDi in Texas
Posted by ROO on August 1, 2003, at 8:39:12
In reply to Re: Words... » ROO, posted by KimberlyDi on July 31, 2003, at 15:48:49
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