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The Hornet's Nest

The hornet's nest buzzing inside my head growing louder with my softening footsteps If I am still, I may live to welcome peace Strangely, I have forgotten the meaning The hornet's nest symbolizes my ever present fear My quickening heartbeats are like a buzzing, disturbing my sense of self Feeling the ground shifting, I wonder, who am I? I try to quiet the noise Inside my head, the buzzing awakens my senses growing louder with each breath I have heard of fight or flight but where is the source of my fear? I respond with my softening footsteps and slow my pace I do not want to run but fear I am too cowardice to fight If I am still, my shallow breath may deepen I may live to fight my unforeseen battles with my feet planted firmly on the ground, even if my head resides in the clouds at times, to welcome peace would be a great joy Strangely, my fear has become my home These walls are not a fortress I am a prisoner I have forgotten from where my strength comes The meaning of life resides inside these walls... inside of me By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February, 25, 2012 for Et Cetera contest (Debbie Guzzi) Honorable Mention

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Date: 3/21/2012 3:28:00 PM
Don't know if this is written about actual experiences or not, but I know exactly what you are writing about. I've been there too many times. Congrats on your HM in Debbie's contest, Rhonda! Love, Kim
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Date: 3/19/2012 12:08:00 PM
Congratulations on your win in Debbie Guzzi's "Et cetera" contest Rhonda. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/17/2012 8:33:00 PM
Well done Rhonda. congratulations. Love, Joyce
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Date: 3/17/2012 5:03:00 PM
rhonda, I think you did really well with this form. Congrats on the HM. For me, it measured up to others I saw on the numbered list. Luv, Andrea
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Date: 2/26/2012 8:31:00 PM
Rhonda, this takes me to a world, where I wish i was behind my walls again... I hate not being my own prisoner... sorry to say... i like it when i was afraid... good poem..good luck in the contest...pd
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Date: 2/26/2012 10:28:00 AM
Watching is better even inside, you done it well. Thanks for this marvelous piece and loved your touch to my write. Best wishes for Contest.bl
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Date: 2/26/2012 5:21:00 AM
Reads like a winner..I hope that just a write about a topic and not life..Good luck in Deb's contest..My Tyburn is not correct..I hurriedly jotted down some notes from another site on how to write on and after I posted it found out that I had done it incorrectly..I was too exhausted to try to redo it at that point...Sara
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