The Empty Room

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The Empty Room

I feel myself floating away
The darkness pulls
and do I choose to fall
into the abyss
this night of silent screams
and waking dreams?
Am I somehow to blame
as I fight them off now?
Will I finally win?
You drag me kicking
to the surface
my limbs flailing
flinging my clothes
into the air

Somehow I'm alone

with my fury
raging

into an empty room

Angela Minard 2009©

Comments

julia ward said…
Wonderful blog. God bless you on your journey. I am always amazed at the courage it takes to survive the pain of the past.

It stares you in the face every morning like a wounded old crow that can't fly.

Embrace the present and know that you are not alone as you walk into the unknown.

blessings,

julia
Monday, March 30, 2009
clean and crazy said…
a very powerful poem you wrote today, I love it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Anonymous said…
Words are very powerful. They can keep you in the dark past or they can move you forward. The great thing is the choice is yours.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Angela said…
They are my words, my voice, and I don't have to be silent anymore. Don't read my blog if you don't like what my words say.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Anonymous said…
I love what your words say. I hope one day to see you express your joy for living. I have high hopes for you!
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