Let Me Out

Like an inner child running wild
Where age now tells me no
An ancient beautful fame, now
In an old woman's frame

Like a spirit so grand
Just waiting to expand
Locked in it's infant cage
Waiting for death to turn the page

Like a butterfly snug
In a cocoon getting ready
The shell is crisp
And wings are spreading

Like expressing myself fully
Raising myself with pen as pulley
Breif but universal
All with in the parameters of a poem
Screaming "Let me out!"


(A rewrite of Caties poem)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Loving Iii Avatar
October 23, 2012 at 3:06 AM
Good luck in the contest.
Cheesman Avatar
October 19, 2012 at 7:10 PM
I love this poem Situation - I will have to read Catie's poem now lol - Shaz
Kendrick Avatar
October 16, 2012 at 7:06 AM
Good luck in Catie's contest..Reads like a winner to me..Thanks for stopping by..Soup mail soon..Sara
Johnson Avatar
October 15, 2012 at 10:07 AM
I didn't dare tackle another poet's poem but you did well. I was surprised that my poem on adultery ruffled feathers. The task was to say how we would handle the problem. Since I never had to face it, I answered as honestly as I could pertaining to myself. I would hope I would be adult enough to not act without thought. Joyce
Situation Avatar
October 15, 2012 at 10:57 AM
Nuf sed.
Wesley Avatar
October 14, 2012 at 6:47 PM
Nice to get those words out when they are churning around inside. A poem waiting to be born finds birth when that pen does the job! Your last line is so true! Luv, Lizzie
Lander Avatar
October 13, 2012 at 4:43 PM
very creative, images, waiting for death to turn the page memorable line at least to me.
Situation Avatar
October 13, 2012 at 2:11 PM
This is a rewrite for caties contest
St.Cross Avatar
October 13, 2012 at 1:33 PM
‡ You Go Girl. Past The Cages Swinging Door And Through The Open Glass, Higher And Higher, Her Beauty Climbs. I Love It. Love, Rachel ‡
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