To step out, to say out loud or to scream and shout is a personal choice. The poem is inspired from a brief reminiscence of a journey once upon a time. The closet is dark and claustrophobic. The trouble with small space is, it imprisoned and confines the mind. Truth is, life is never absence of choice... to each their own. Love is grand, love is life and life is divine... it is the human heart that is unkind.
MY SOUL SPEAK
Ask me not when, why or how
Of bitter… hateful torturous journey
Of pain … ugliness…
Guilt and discovery
O… pitiful me…
What a wretched soul was I
‘Twas a worthless existence…
My body lives yet my soul dies
The unseen winter wind…
They blow and blow
Whilst these hidden restlessness… just grow and grow
YOU
Who claim to speak of truth
… in truth… YOU are but blind to see
YOU, venomous holier than thou YOU
Preaching…
Never sympathizing
Teaching…
Never understanding
Telling….
Never listening
Blaming….
Never nurturing….
Such arrogant … hypocritical tact
Yet few of YOU want to hear
Of sins YOU… yourself act!
Very true Stellar, had a few people telling me through my life that what I am and what I was becoming was not something "they" want or approved off... but once you move those people to the side, life becomes worth living.
ReplyDeleteCJ… My female intuition strongly tells me you and I... we may very well be… have lots in common it seems.I like your straight forward no nonsense, no sugar coating comments!My gut feelings tells me hmmm lady you.. my friend
ReplyDeletedefinitely are not still wet behind the ears *cheeky smile* that's for sure and that’s a compliment!
Hmm… a lady of wisdom… cool…