Pages and Walls
When a page sits before me
I find both freedom and pain
In this vulnerability
that keeps me sane
The walls that trap me
Seem to keep closing in
on my heart ever so tightly
Too weary to defend
Will these filled pages
continue to save me?
Or finally defeated by the rages
that pinned me with fear
Perhaps I could use these walls
Like you used me
Mark words along these suffocating halls
Like you made your mark on me
And
Perhaps these walls,
Could be what finally sets me free
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“Mark words along these suffocating halls” — you’re doing it. I firmly believe in the conclusion of that last line. Looking forward to reading more.
I came here to say that line smacked me too! Love the movement from suffocation to freedom.
Ah thank you!!
“Like you used me”
🖤
Felt, Mary. And that’s the line you used to nail me to the read. There.
(same)
Yep. You’re doing it!! Keep going. I agree with Bill. That last stanza, heavy but a lot of hope.
The vulnerability of putting one’s thoughts and emotions on paper can serve as both a liberation and discomfort and both hope and a source of potential further pain. Glad you are sharing and look forward to more of your writings!
This poem is full of emotion, beautiful language and rhythm! Well done!
Thank you so much. Each of you. To have our words echoed, understood and even simply read, is a beautiful thing. Especially with such detailed feedback! What a supportive environment!
I love “mark words along these suffocating halls”. Very strong.
Fierce.
💪🏼 thank you!
Striking and lovely.
Two words that hit beautifully hard. Thank you.
I’m trying to circle around and read other poets whose work I haven’t yet read. I apologize for taking so long! Thank you for your vulnerability.
No apologies! Thank you so much for reading and commenting 🙂