Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Freedom -- aka how many poetic elements can you use in one poem?

Down, down, dank and deep
Into the dark of the wood I flee
Ragged breath in harmony
With the pounding, pounding of my feet.
Voices behind me, yattering, chattering
Trying to mold my way for me
Begging me to stay imprisoned
By the bars of proffered wisdom
Reaching for me, pulling at me
Can’t they, won’t they, let me be?

Flying, flying, faster, faster
Chased by the demons of those who know
Lungs on fire, blind with sweat
I’m stumbling, tumbling as I go.
Desperate to hold me, grasping, clasping
Words like fingers choking me
Wanting me to turn and follow
The path that made their life so hollow
The more they reach me, try to teach me
The more I struggle to be free.

Finally, finally, freedom’s freshness
No one’s knowledge smothering me
Alone, I pause and look around
I’m squinting, straining just to see
Paths all about me, twisting, turning
Each with pitfalls of its own
Wishing now to be enlightened
Angry to be feeling frightened
Someone help me, someone tell me
Which path is the one for me?

Deeper, deeper, dark and dreary
Silence like rain drips from the trees
I pick a path and don’t turn back
I’m looking, searching as it leads
Footprints before me, slipping, tripping
Who’s been here ahead of me?
Hidden dangers lie in wait
Did others, too, then, share my fate?
What’s here for me, be clear to me
In darkness still, I cannot see.

Softly, softly, stepping slowly
My path plays out in front of me
While traps and snares still reach for me
I’m yearning, learning how to see
Choices confront me, yelling, telling
That I control my destiny
Others before me made it through
Might I somehow make it too?
I’m still wary, it’s still scary,
But now this path belongs to me.

Quiet, quiet, calm and comfort
A newfound strength envelopes me
Onward I press and fear no more
Dark brightening, lightening till I see
Meadows before me, glimmering, shimmering
A whole new world calling me
The path once dark but now so sunny
My own land of milk and honey
None could reach me, none could teach me
I had to fall to be set free.

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