A Couple Poems

I’m sitting here going back and forth on whether or not I should make these public. My poems are a very private part of me, leaving them out in the open makes me feel really vulnerable. I generally write when I need to shed myself of something and much like the skin of a snake, once it’s shed I’m done with it and I can move on.

I will leave these here though…in public view.

The second needs no explanation really…the first one isn’t new, it’s a re-write of something I wrote six years ago. It popped into my head as I was listening to NIN this morning and I decided to revise it.

your face,
there,
behind the glass

I reach out but cannot touch

you…there
looking in

my heart aches for something I can not have
…something I need

so this is what it feels like

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Broken chains and bindings fall
…they hit with a sharp clang.

Is this it?
The sound
…of freedom?

The weight of worries
and troubles
are lifting.

You
…you no longer own me.

The air is warm
and sweet
here on the other side.

I raise my hands to the sky
something I have not done in years.

I dance
to the beat of my own drum
something unheard of
under your control there was only one drum
…only one drummer
you

I am free,
at last

Free
from the torture that was my life with you