Thursday, March 26, 2015

Whisper

Whisper

Whisper
to me
Dive into 
my soul
and I'll set
you free

He dug
right in
to my flesh
and watched me 
bleed

Watched me
bleed

Close your
eyes
You can not
hide
from his
breathe
from his
eyes
his touch

His hand
lingers 
in my
soul
Pushing me
down
Holding
me still
and I
freeze

Like a bitter
winters
breeze

He is the
voice
in my head
I keep 
hearing
instead
of my own
He is the
guilt
that fills
me up
The sin
that I 
swim in

oh
let me go
let me go

These stones
I carry
are not mine
I wonder
if I'll forever
feel their 
weight

Whisper

Whisper
to me
This echo
in my heart
I do not know
if it will
always be

-March 2015







18 comments:

  1. Sometimes those voices do seem to hold one captive. If they will not let us go perhaps it is we who have to let THEM go!

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  2. Ah! so much yearning for freedom in this poem and a Strong sense of being a prisoner. Loved it totally.

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  3. It's so very difficult to let go sometimes but one has to do that and move on...

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    1. So true, Sumana! Thank you for your comment :)

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  4. Oh the weight of a past that holds us captive. A person who has known pain at the hands of another deserves so much to cast off the painful past and soar into much brighter skies. I'll bet, most days, she does!!!!!

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    1. Hahaha!! You're so right, Sherry. In so many ways, you're right. Thank you for your words. I do appreciate them :)

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  5. Oh they /it/he digs in and takes over, such internalized oppression! Unfreezing takes super-human effort, growing up and away. In this struggle no one is more important than you! Powerful writing!

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    1. Thank you so very much, Susan!! Very thoughtful comment :)

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  6. Time to break free. Let these voices make you a better person.

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    1. Indeed, my friend! Thanks for coming by :)

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  7. The whispers of others are very powerful indeed. Well written.

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  8. I love the fierce intensity in your words....so much depth and passion there. It's evident in so much of your work. In this piece, I particularly like, "He is the
    guilt
    that fills
    me up
    The sin
    that I
    swim in"

    and the imagery of the stones weighing you down. Beautiful words you've chosen to create such rich imagery!

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    1. Thank you so much C.C. for your thoughtful comment!! Good to see you again :)

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  9. "...the sin I swim in..." I like this poem.

    Thanks for visiting.

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