Footsteps.

camille

 

I dream of a long awaited freedom.
I find myself alone on a beach.
Pale sands before me stretching to the azure blue of the ocean.
I turn and I notice that there is but a single trail of footsteps in the sand behind me.
The soft golden plain before me untouched, unspoilt, virginal.
I breathe the warm sea breeze and my throat is tight and rasping.
I glance down at my body and discover I am naked.
Vulnerable and unprotected.
My form is thin and fragile and I muse I must have been here for a time.
As if emerging from the deepest slumber, bleary eyed and cloudy of mind.
With a tangible feeling within of a severance, a long awaited shift.
I squint far in the distance and to my surprise I see a house atop a hill.
I notice that the windows of this house are crisscrossed in iron bars.
There is a long drive leading to a a set of unyielding padlocked gates installed amidst high stone walls that surround the property.
I remember then...This is the home of my childhood.
An incarceration felt long after I had flown.
Those same bars and walls carefully recreated and erected in my own life, by my own hand.
I take a final glance and turn away.
The single set of prints in the sand a reminder of my own path , waiting to be trod.
Realisation that the old ways can no longer serve me.
An awareness of the power within me to break free from those who seek to control,silence and limit my growth.
The walls and bars offering not protection, but oppression.
A disconnection and detachment from others and ultimately from oneself.
Waging a war against an invisible enemy until one is but a vessel full of fear and discontent.
I shall not visit the house on the hill again.
My home shall be without walls and endless as the ocean before me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Camille (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2018 10:50
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 11
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    HI CAMILLE ~ Thanks for a very elegantly written & presented "free verse" poem ! It ripples with rhythm ~ which makes it a delight to read & recite ~ hallmarks of a "good poem". The content is captivating & deja vu ~ In our dreams we often digrees back to our childhood and "nakedness" is a sign of vulnerability. In my experience such a dream is cathartic ! Yours speaks of childhood oppression and your consequent liberation when you realise the significance of the DREAM ~ You finally become released from a painful past which has haunted your sub-conscious mind. "MY HOME SHALL BE WITHOUT WALLS AND ENDLESS AS THE OCEAN BEFORE ME" ~ A perfect ending ~ Thanks for sharing ~ yours BRIAN Please check my OCTOPUS POEM ~ thanks B !

    • camille

      Thanks for reading C x



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