Transformation

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 myΒ U-Turn… after this, I started writing.
Thank you for taking me back, Anna.

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44 thoughts on “Transformation

  1. wow…this is full of imagery…love the sparseness you create up front and then BOOM the tearing it down to be free…nice…so much energy in that….and i feel it in that moment of seeing the sky as well…very cool write…

  2. One feels the escape from the cocoon – but not such a homey one – so interesting what triggers action – sometimes it is a fighting kind of impulse, almost anger, certainly desperation, as described here so well. k.

  3. Holy shit, this was a good one. Good imagery. I can see the intensity of the character in my mind. Eruption is the word. You need to connect with an artist on WP. That would wicked cool to have a drawing accompanying this one.

  4. tired eyes
    acknowledge the sky
    for the first time;
    The
    Sky
    in all its colors.

    Fine work–renewing the excitement of the first time, really seeing all the colors.

  5. Intense and impactful, it immediately grabs the reader. Virginia Woolf writes (in A Room of One’s Own) about getting out of our way so that we can be open to the creative process and your poem touches so well on this theme. Wonderful to see you here today!

  6. nice. fantastic sequence here.

    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

  7. 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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