Day-18, OctPoWriMo-2015
Shackled in
her own - reflection
she breathes - freedom
freeing her soul on the wings of -words.
Sometimes her - words
take the - shape
of forgotten - dreams
of forgotten - dreams
sometimes they - sooth
the burning - lesions.
the burning - lesions.
Sometimes she - weaves
her cocoon when the -world
her cocoon when the -world
goes to - sleep
building her - castle,
in the darkness of her - soul
in the darkness of her - soul
Sometimes she - charms
the forlorn - hearts
the forlorn - hearts
when the - invisible
shadow - appears
shadow - appears
in the realm of mistaken -identity.
Nobody can see this - duality
hidden behind the - glinted reality.
Participating in OctPoWriMo 2015.
I feel like this often...You've captured the creative , hidden in what the world sees...
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There are those moments when one starts doubting one's identity :) Thank you Marian :)
DeleteI find this poem very sad.
ReplyDeleteIt does have those shades of sadness, Marilyn :) Thank you .
DeleteThis feeling many women have felt. Thank you for describing it so well!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Carol :)
Deletesad but true.. so many times this mask actually is not what it should be.. that is y mask is needed to hide ..
ReplyDeleteYou are right Dee..too many identities to deal with :)
DeleteBeautifully expressed and I love the title.
ReplyDeleteThanx Nithya :)
Deletewhat a moving portrait ... well penned and she's too well-known to read about her comfortably ... brava ... bastet
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