her voice
choked off
once happy and free
to roam
feels caged.
what was once vital and true
has brought serious blue...
it was her Signature, her way
to pour from the depths of her being
on paper
on canvas
in love
somehow
severed
taken away
her essence
what a price to pay
somewhere her 'freedoms right'
to share
(even if necessary)
no longer feels
her voice,
now shamed
now glass,
once,
her voice now
cold
icy
empty
broken...
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image source: Calli...
9 comments:
from so deep, so sad... a passing phase. i hope.
yes, a phase, this was me not censoring self and feeling the weight of boundaries, restraint, in feelings, in thoughts, in life. i wrote it this morning around 2:30 AM my time, so that may explain the feel behind it… i almost didn't post it, but decided that if i didn't, i would be censoring something that i felt that was real, yet is beginning to subside...and i would be denying ‘who’ i am if I were to close off my voice…
thank you my sweet friend~
never stop...you have so much of YOU to share...and it is such a fascinating and wonderful you ...every part...speaks to me. the happy , sad, enthusiastic, mad...I hear..smell, taste, and find a sos in all.. I adore you!
what an incredibly sweet thing to say, my sos, Laura!...i adore you too!
You seem to have repeated themes (even in your header) about being caged, trapped, never able to leave, seeking freedom . . . seems so plaintive and sad. I can really relate, having felt trapped at one point in my life. Freedom is such a fundamental human need.
Beautiful, haunting work Calli.
Bonnie~ Thank you so much for your beautiful thoughts.
The header where it says: you may enter but you may never leave, I confess that came with my background and I have been unable to remove it...:)
...but the new image with the woman walking is my all time favourite image to depict that 'need for freedom', so I post that image from time to time. it mostly signifies freedom of spirit, freedom of love...freedom to express...i just love it! she matches my bohemian soul!
I don't suppose you channeled me right now? It was her signature of being.... what a price to pay
I was wondering this morning if this is what shattered feels like.
Thanks for your poetry--- it finds my own voice.
Wow! What an incredibly great looking blog.
Calli...stopping by to catch up on you...amazing stuff you have written - keep it coming, girl!!
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