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.
wow…intense emotions in this…sometimes it’s a tough fight to free ourselves from the things that just hinder us to be who we really are… tightly penned…
oh definitely. thank you!
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…
thank you, Brian!
Touching and beautiful. Thank you for sharing this piece and your struggle Miriam.
thank you for reading! 😉 working my way to yours…
Miri–I SO love this. The fight or die thing you have going on here works, and it is so strong. This whole piece is so powerful.
thank you, Susan! really glad you enjoyed! 🙂
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.
thank you, K.! it was quite a struggle for sure…
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.
go for it 😉
You have a described a process (very intense) which we writers often undergo ~ Happy to see you writing for D’verse ~ Smiles ~
thank you, Grace… glad I could make it this time!
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.
thank you very much, Nico!
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!
thank you, Anna… so glad I could make it!
You’ve captured the battle we writers fight with our muse all the time and there is something spectacular about the sun rise. Very creative! 🙂
thank you 🙂
Amazing!!!
wow, thanks, Laurie!
I think all artists must go through this…painters, photographers, sculptors, composers….painful process as you so well describe ..
😉
Sometimes there just aren’t any words to quote Forrest Gump.
😀 thanks for saying it anyways. 😉
beautiful inner workings of the mind here, brilliant crescendo
awh thanks 🙂
Fantastic poem about personal U Turns. The passion and intensity that is need to get us to stop and change direction. Even if that direction leads us back to our beginning we will be forever changed. Wonderful use of words and prompt. Cheers!
thank you very much! 🙂
Superb!!!! But I do not believe the part about your brain. You are genius!
wow, thanks Henry! oh believe me… i’ve been there. glad i am no longer…
a courageous journey and poem =)
thank you! 🙂
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
awh, thank you so much, Fred!
Intense – cathartic.
thanks for the visit, Sabio! 🙂
This is so powerful – the images are intense and strong, and the pacing of the short lines works a treat. So glad you chose to fight….
thank you… i am, too. 🙂
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.
wow, thank you so much for the visit and the wonderful comment – much appreciated.
what a great anthropomorphic poem. loved the reading and was quite in a pile of sighs at the end, post transformation. wonderful.
thank you so much!