Inner Prison
Why must I feel like this?
After so long a time of
As they say, normalcy.
How strange it would be
Learning that all is odd.
Strange for me to deviate
I need to remediate
To learn again.
What is it I need?
Who knows for sure
How does one know
Something never tried
Now I've cried
Buckets of tears
Release my fears
To try something new
With you
But not me
For I am too stable
Or so they think
Now I live on the edge
What if I slipped off this ledge?
Skipped, walked, or even leaped?
With all my might
Into the darkness
Where all is allowed
Just to be the one
Inside myself
Begging, pleading
To be free.
To nurture the child within
From the meek and mild
To wild and full of sin
I would give it all up today
If I could change my stripes
To nurse these wounds
Draining my emotions dry.
How do I know if I like the dessert
If I don't taste it
To take that first bite is
Like drowning in the abyss
No beginning, therefore, no ending
This life I do not choose
For it chooses me
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2005
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