Set free
From my inescapable prison of mind
My solace unchained
And my loneliness defined.
How does that make me, me?
Bold admissions
Catatonic thoughts break open
Exposed under muted light
My silence finally, shamefully broken.
But that still makes me, me.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2023 12:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote the first verse when I was a little in over my head, more than inebriated. Originally, it was just one verse, but it didn't feel complete.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments1
catatonic, a transparent state
lacking awareness to hide our flaws
thus, we unveil all and liberate
ourselves, owning that fallibility
and choosing to witness
all that we are and all, we can become!
'mercy, I name thee dissonance'...
(love the brave honesty
that willpower to stare down, mirrors
and still roar your poetic defiance
and so well written as well)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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