Thoughts keep going back to you
the coming together was instantaneous
quite unnaturally natural in some respects
it was a soulful awakening that caught me off guard
one that has opened a yearning pool of wanting
fear is a terrible thing
it prevents a person from moving forward, moving at all
it is this thing, this terrible cement like thing, keeping me still
stillness is like a slow unknowing death to the spirit
and spirit is what keeps you from becoming one of the walking dead
walls another way in the keeping out of life
preventing any goodness to seep in
and that longing from getting out, drowning the captured
it’s a self made prison built with blocks from years of hurt
created with mortar of pain, neglect, loves lost
so I sit within these walls of self creation, longing …
to be freed from this self imposed prison
chains cutting into the heart, slowly seeping out
what’s left of hope
ah to contain what’s left is the desire now
where’s the key for the release from these chains
is there a possibility of freedom for a soul like mine
can a soulful reconnection of a soulful connection occur
or is it too late for hearts as yours and mine?
Well, I do believe this poem is a stepping stone,like a flower breaking through the “cement”. Great poem, Nancy, it has such a ring of authenticity.
In doing a websearch of my name I found my submission…I’m humbled that it was published here and by the kind words in response to it. Thank you AnneMarie for deeming it worthy to post. Peace, Love and Light
A wonderful gift, Nancy, to read your poetry online. It is my hope for you is that you continue to express yourself through writing. I’m guessing my cell is adjacent to yours 🙂
Your poem, the images I feel … are real.
james