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For a good part of my life I have been trapped,
my mind and heart elsewhere, absent, in a box-
After the deaths and sadness I just stopped,
stopped caring and my emotions became frozen,
and I was a ghost of me, full of gloom and unhappiness.
It was all dismal and gloomy in my dark small box,
my mind was a window shuttered- broken was my clock.
Oh, time was infinite, past and present mingled,
in a jumble with no rhythm or tempo, endless,
moments, hours, days and years meant nothing to me.
For a good part of my life I have been trapped,
my mind and heart elsewhere, absent, in a box-
In my small nest I created my own atmosphere,
yet, I never left the safety of my little expanse.
I put off all endeavors, I was good at postponing.
But, within my darkness I found some great illumination,
from books I found spiritual enlightenment and jubilation.
I learned to be aware of me, and accept the deaths,
the sorrow, all the emotions and thoughts in my mind,
and words came in a stream of tears and poured out.
For a good part of my life I have been trapped,
my mind and heart elsewhere, absent, in a box-
Now, I live a simple life, uncomplicated and free,
I intend to journey and traverse my intended path,
whatever unfamiliar place that may take my steps.
With a minimum of baggage and leave sadness behind,
even though sadly, fate has left this girl almost blind.
Nothing again will ever crush this spirit, I will travel light,
I will rupture, destroy all preconceived ideas of blindness,
breaking all rules and commands, I trust totally in me.
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January 13, 2017
Poetry/Ballad/ I broke some rules/A Minimum Of Baggage
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