Sidney Beck Poet Free verse

My Poetry Is Cathartic

MY    POETRY    IS    CATHARTIC

I write poetry about my fears.
Poetry is medicine for the heart,
The heart which has suffered 
Pain of isolation, rejection,
Felt the claws of loneliness
And choked in the prison  of solitude.
Misfit , different,
Outsider on the inside -
Single-cell confinement  
Of a single cell organism
Whose love is  unreciprocated,
Or  yet unfulfilled,
Or only a painful memory of loss  -
Loss of a loved one  -
Strapped in an ambulance,
Trapped in a cell of disillusionment,
Wrapped in a nightmare,
With a  heart  suffering.
Calmed are my fears 
And  balmed is my heart
By the poems I write.

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Written for  Leighann  Anderson's Contest  "Free for All"

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Carolyn Devonshire May 22, 2011 at 11:31 AM It's when I feel very isolated that introspection sets in, Syd. Then, just as you described so eloquently, the words flow from the heart. Great entry for Leighann's contest. Best wishes! Love, Carolyn

Francine Roberts May 22, 2011 at 10:42 AM this is a wonderfully written piece Sydney, best of luck in Leighann's contest