Thoughts and experiences that catch my poetic eye.
These putrid black woundsLong suppressedBehind mental wallsFreedom seems to be curtailed unnecessarily by mental restrictions. Very true Therisa. One tends to create unnecessary limits!Hank
Freedom is a road, not a condition. And this work is progressing in the right direction!
They layUpon my soulscapeLike medieval ruins.In need ofRebuilding Such an incredibly strong image. So many can relate to these words.
Cauterizing These putrid black woundsLong suppressedBehind mental walls.......Brilliant, full of impacting imagery.
Knowing from the comment on toads i see how the poverty in the shelter becomes a prison in itself.
The worse bars, are the ones we create for ourselves, Bjorn.
Such strong imagery, Therisa. I especially love:'Now They layUpon my soulscapeLike medieval ruins'.
Powerful words.Keep on putting them out there. That's one of your 'freedoms'
The lines about leaving the rotten behind reads like a mantra, full of power and determination.
July 21, 2006. A date Forever etched Into my memory. As if Done by A laser. By mistake And pure chance. I enter...