I cut at this stone
some relief
its trapped
the figure tight
needs to be released
as I gouge
moves its hands
opens its eyes
stretches the mouth
bares its teeth
deeper I gash
into the stone
it can scream in agony
the more relief is shown
it is still trapped
can't stretch its arms
can't break the tether
to free its legs
and run
face contorted in pain
held in place
demanding to be free
begging me to let it go
so much work to do
I dig further into the stone
straining, sweating, crying
so much work to do
deeper, yet deeper still
the further I go
the harder the stone
it won't let go
looking for the heart
exhausted
I finally find it
her head is free
her arms
her legs
they struggle, pushing
against the strong hold of the stone
thrashing, screaming for freedom
I make the last cuts
finally free
the figure looks at me
no longer a relief
what to do
standing on her own
where to go
stumbles
falls
returns to the stone
for relief
the stone is cold
it rejects her
doesn't belong anymore
did she ever
slowly
reluctantly
she backs away
from the mother
unfamiliar now
wasn't it always
suddenly
looking at her home
the heart
doesn't fit anymore
did it ever
knows too much
can't return
slowly
unsteady
turns her back
new beginnings
new life
searching for
the stonecutter
who set her
free
to thank
no one
there
only her
bringing her hands up
shuttering
she is
gripping a chisel
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Author:
mbird72 (
Offline) - Published: July 1st, 2017 10:35
- Comment from author about the poem: As I recover from complex childhood trauma, this is what I experienced.
- Category: Reflection
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I am deeply moved by this beautiful poem, mbird. A killer ending! You have the gift of exquisite expression. I look for more from you.
What an awesome compliment! Thank you!
Spellbound by this! Stunning! I have read this four times, it grips me. I want more.
So do I! I dreamt it and when I woke up I wrote like a mad woman.
Oh well done. I can begin to imagine your necessary speed as dream brainwaves turn into conscious brainwaves and everything fades away. What a beautiful place your mind visits nocturnally.
A moving poem! Loved the words used, very expressive
Thank you for reading it.
Fantastic first post!
Thank you Heather!
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