again written in 2000
but improved upon in 2005.
I fearlessly confront the dark form
that blocks the path in front of me,
meeting dark negitivity with light positivity
clashing with the fury of a raging storm
and reel back, shocked at who it is I see.
Just who is that dark form I confronting?
Myself -
with other peoples voices voicing me -
In a life and death battle for my soul,
within myself I reach deep, deep down
to pull, with all my failing strength,
out the sword of the real me
and with a heavy blow,
smote off those biting silver snake heads
learing at me with other peoples dissaproving frowns.
The chains hiss as they sink back down into the floor
not wanting to release my nake feet that
will alow me to step into the sunshine
beyond that lit exit door.
And it is all because
I now am listening to my heart
that I am no longer Trapped alone in the dark,
Still I care about those who love me
but I will no longer let them
tell me how I should live or who I should be.
30/12/05
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2006-04-11 at 09:16
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but improved upon in 2005.
No Long Am I trapped [Sequel to Trapped!]
I fearlessly confront the dark form
that blocks the path in front of me,
meeting dark negitivity with light positivity
clashing with the fury of a raging storm
and reel back, shocked at who it is I see.
Just who is that dark form I confronting?
Myself -
with other peoples voices voicing me -
In a life and death battle for my soul,
within myself I reach deep, deep down
to pull, with all my failing strength,
out the sword of the real me
and with a heavy blow,
smote off those biting silver snake heads
learing at me with other peoples dissaproving frowns.
The chains hiss as they sink back down into the floor
not wanting to release my nake feet that
will alow me to step into the sunshine
beyond that lit exit door.
And it is all because
I now am listening to my heart
that I am no longer Trapped alone in the dark,
Still I care about those who love me
but I will no longer let them
tell me how I should live or who I should be.
30/12/05
Poetry by liz munro
Read 437 times
Written on 2006-04-11 at 09:16
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