Freedom Speaks
I would literally
squeeze my eyes closed
as tightly as I could
and count to ten
when the memories
would threaten to creep in.
Sometimes the flashing images
in the darkness would buzz
so loudly in my ears,
and I would have to get away,
seperating from myself
once again.
It is the child
who can will their own escape;
drifting dreamless,
until the fear finds a secret place to hide.
The darkest secrets,
living in silence,
will suffocate your soul.
Freedom speaks.
Angela Minard 2010©
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8 Comments:
That we can learn to be a child!
This is really beautiful; painful and true. Jenny
Favorite part:
The darkest secrets,
living in silence,
will suffocate your soul.
Freedom speaks.
Wow, you're very talented. And it's really encouraging to see you being honest and courageous. Keep doing what you're doing.
Once again so profound.
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It is hard to find words when I read your poetry at times. It is almost like I can feel your pain as if it is my own. I wish I was able to take all the pain you have and make it mine. You have carried your pain for so long. It is time for you to be free of it and live a "normal" life (your words and not mine). What would you do if you did not have this pain? I am sure you would write more poetry about the beautiful things in life more often than you do now. I wish I could give you the light you need when you are in the darkest places of your own mind. I bet if you had a Superman doll that would help, lol!!!!
Superman
I agree with "Superman." Perhaps if you "wrote more poetry about the beautiful things in life more often than you do now" you WOULD actually start feeling it, believing it, wanting to live it, breathing it, tasting it, embracing it, wanting it. Sometimes our words are self fulfilling prophecies. If all we hear, say and live is wrapped in sadness, negativity, darkness and shame, then that's all our lives will be. But perhaps that is where you are most comfortable and need to be. If you had to let go of all of this then where would you be?
Writing about the pain does help me to be free of it, and to let it go. I do believe that one day soon, I will be able to leave the past where it belongs.
I just love this poem. Your words are so moving, and I especially love your closing stanza. Keep using your voice. And keep speaking your truth <3
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