Breaking Free

WL Schuett

she pointed to the 

ridge on the outskirts of town 

where a fiery moon was

sinking low without a sound 

bright and burnt was 

its soulful, silent song 

playing a regent of regret 

as it slowly pulled her along 

 

fractured converstations fire 

through and erode her mind 

he filled her body , heart and soul 

he made her blind 

she thought of all 

those wasted years 

as he filled his glass 

with her tears 

 

she was suspended by fear 

and in need of some hope 

she couldn't say there was 

a moment when it finally broke 

but she broke free became unbound 

to find herself some solid ground 

 

a new road leads away from 

that waning moon 

silent and fiery serenading her with 

a different kind of tune 

self aware , stronger 

a born again jewel 

knowing it's only a blink of an eye 

between the righteous and the fool 

 

breaking free to follow 

a new moon 

a new path 

a  new start 

to feed 

her hope 

her soul 

her body 

her heart 

 

 

 

  • Author: WL (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2017 10:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem of rebirth
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  • FredPeyer

    Great poem, WL, love the last stanza!

  • Christina8

    What a wonderful message of hope! This is such a great poem! Absolutely loved it!

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful tale of breaking free and finding oneself within yourself.

    Good artwork as well.

  • MendedFences27

    "A blink of an eye, between the righteous and the fool." 'Wasted years as he filled his glass with her tears." Brilliant phrases, among a poignant poem of self-reclamation. The artwork depicts the sense of freedom she must have felt, once she became that "born again jewel." It requires a great deal of courage for someone to free herself from such a relationship. Awesome write. Terrific poem and painting. - Phil A.



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