I finally follow the loudest voice
singular and adamant leading me
to the door I have kept closed too long
my shaking hand rotates the knob
and pushes hard
no giant gust of fresh air no
blast of bright sun greets me
just a terrifying
o p e n n e s s
my pulse is a bullhorn shouting in my ear
behind me doubt whispers and waits
I feel skin stretch break open and
my invisible self
Your use of white space and movement in the poem works so well!
Awesome Kathleen! Lots of tension in the words and the lineation! You rocked it.
So good to read your work again==always so clear, open and ready for the reader. Sorry I haven’t found your others yet, I am still stumbling about in the new site.
Oh, Kathleen, you’ve done it again!! “my pulse is a bullhorn”- Love!
Love this Kathleen. Such a real description of coming into one’s own. No fresh air or sun, but terrifying openness. “My pulse is a bullhorn shouting in my ear”! Wow.
You have captured exactly what it is to learn to trust yourself, both the fear and the freedom! Great form, great title, great first line, just fantastic. Gorgeous, Kathleen.
Yes, you’ve captured it! I love “my pulse is a bullhorn.”
Always so good to get positive responses to my poems!! Thank you all so much!
So tense but then you delivered a satisfying punch at the end. A beautiful poem of transformation and empowerment!
Excellent use of line break and spaces to create tension and the ending is satisfying.
“Singular and adamant voice” — so you!