Intended Release

Introverted Sage

| When Will I Learn |

Take it all away.
Shed my existence
of who I was who I am
and who I'll ever be.
Take away my fears.
Break down these walls
peer into the cracks
and see the One of Me. 

Found gagged and chained.
Entire existence restrained
by the trance placed around my brain.
Driving me insane. 

Take away my inhibitions.
Rooted out causing doubts
of who I was meant to become. 
Fading away and awaiting the day
That what keeps me here 
loosens its grip. 
Starting to slip - shattered worlds
and busted lips.
Shells of my sorrows
dug well into my hips. 
Was I meant for this? 

Feed me pain break me down
till I can no longer make a sound.
Every will to fight taken
as the morning Sun steals
the night.
Wandered lost in the darkness
Seven signs to see the light. 
Still don't know yet
If I'm alright. 
Nearly lost my sight. 

Rip off the bandaid
and show you my pain
but what's to gain? 
Wounds don't heal 
when you dig into them.
And I'm long past tired of going out on a whim
when the outlook still looks grim.
And you all think my problems revolve around him? 

Morality - the totality - of riddles
tied to my reality.
Meant to guide my way
but if I had my day
they'd understand what I'm 
meaning to say.
Instead tumultuous turbulence 
is the tune my life plays. 
Pass the tests - complete the phase.
Hang me out to dry. 

This never ending stream of tears
just keeps going.
No matter to the years
that old tuner box keeps showing
the many times I had to pick up
what's left of me and move on. 
Remaining strong - left then right
to write these wrongs. 
And in my heart I know
Free birds
sing a different song. 
Caging my voice
where do I even belong? 

Make a mess of my life
humiliation and strife. 
Can't seem to scratch this itch - with the sharpest knife.
What will it take
to just be okay? 
No extravagance necessary
I just want peace. And ease. 
Maybe there
I'll feel safe enough to release. 

But when I'm fighting to live. 
Breathe in these holes that I dig.
When no one can save me but me.
When will I learn - freedom
comes with the burn
to who I pretended to be
comes with the return 
of who I was intended to be. 

~Ruby L.S.~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2024 01:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: 17.2023.11
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
  • Users favorite of this poem: Alan R, peto.
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Comments3

  • peto

    This is an epic
    I can't believe the lack of views
    This site is lucky to have you here
    I love the recent content sage
    How deep you look
    Not at others but at yourself
    Can't say enough about how good it/you are
    Hope others seemingly lack of interest doesn't put you off posting
    Magic

    • Introverted Sage

      Thank you so much for your inspiring words!
      I appreciate you more than I can say.

      If you can't already tell from my poems, I'm a cry baby
      So your comment definitely made me tear lol.
      Your comments really feel like you 'see' my words on a deeper level and it really means alot to feel seen in that way.

      Most times it takes me a few days to work up the nerve to respond to comments on my posts. I think too many and it may take me weeks ha

      You're like an earth angel to me! sending inspiration when I need it most

      So again, thank you!

    • Thomas W Case

      Tremendous work.

    • sunshine777

      I really felt this, very deep and powerful. Great writing!

      • Introverted Sage

        Thank you!
        I appreciate your time and comment



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