this
is my skin.
this shell,
this itching, crawling
blistering, warping, stinging
beaten (fight or die)
bloodied
shell –
this is my skin.
this
is my mind.
this shriveled raisin,
barely sustained
by self-pity and grief,
huddled, forgotten (fight or die)
in this bony prison cell,
soiling itself –
this is my mind.
fight
or
die
Fight or Die
FIGHTORDIE
ENOUGH!!
one last stand;
i Roar,
eyes open wide,
claw at the fabric
of my so-called home,
tear it to shreds,
pull
my Self
out by the hair,
vomit numbness and lethargy
into the abyss
and
flee from oblivion
crawling
on hands and knees,
further
further…
just a little further…
tired eyes
acknowledge the sky
for the first time;
The
Sky
in all its colors.
i am
breathless,
exhausted
but
Me.
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Anna Montgomery over at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to write about flow and creative U-turns. Her wonderful Prompt triggered something in me. I do not know if my poem will “fit in” – it is about my U-Turn… after this, I started writing.
Thank you for taking me back, Anna.
Another Wandering Soul 
One of the best I’ve read from the prompt. This could be an elegy to one surviving – or succumbing – to illness. It could be a mantra for creating one’s own new life. It could be about any form of rebirth or understanding. The imagery is visceral and understandable, the form flowing at just the right rate.
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wow, thank you so much for the visit and the wonderful comment – much appreciated.
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what a great anthropomorphic poem. loved the reading and was quite in a pile of sighs at the end, post transformation. wonderful.
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thank you so much!
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