Strings
When I started out writing this poem, I didn't realise I would, in a minute, be choking back tears! I never really know what I'm going to write until I am done writing it, and this one is a perfect example of that! Do enjoy your read!
Strings
Why are you constrainedTo such degrees as this?Taking as step t’wards the EastYou fear maybe you should haveStepped t’wards the WestWhen you turn your face to The setting SunThere is a prick in your heartFeeling like probablyYou should have turned your faceTo the dawn instead
You bind yourself with strings
Why do you wrap your arms In strings?Why do your entangle your wingsIn strings?They are so thin, so forgettableThe strings, they are soNeedle-thin, thinner than needlesYou stand there, dancing slowlyA turn and a stepCalculating how to Bind your own feet with these threads!To make yourself betterTo make yourself rightYou try to make you good enough
The sinister dance of strings
A slow, calculated danceYou try to make you good enoughBut I will see the dayWhen you fold your armsAnd these strings break off!They will fall onto pavementBecause I will see the dayWhen you unfurl your wingsAnd the strings pop silently into the airThese forgettable threadsThat you once held so tightly to your mindWill be blown far awayBy the dusty city windsBut I will see the moment When your feet take the stepAnd the twirlThat you did not lay out in threadsYou will trample the stringsOnce laid out in patternsOn that day You will still be good enough
You always have been
Copyright © 2014 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.
Strings
Why are you constrainedTo such degrees as this?Taking as step t’wards the EastYou fear maybe you should haveStepped t’wards the WestWhen you turn your face to The setting SunThere is a prick in your heartFeeling like probablyYou should have turned your faceTo the dawn instead
You bind yourself with strings
Why do you wrap your arms In strings?Why do your entangle your wingsIn strings?They are so thin, so forgettableThe strings, they are soNeedle-thin, thinner than needlesYou stand there, dancing slowlyA turn and a stepCalculating how to Bind your own feet with these threads!To make yourself betterTo make yourself rightYou try to make you good enough
The sinister dance of strings
A slow, calculated danceYou try to make you good enoughBut I will see the dayWhen you fold your armsAnd these strings break off!They will fall onto pavementBecause I will see the dayWhen you unfurl your wingsAnd the strings pop silently into the airThese forgettable threadsThat you once held so tightly to your mindWill be blown far awayBy the dusty city windsBut I will see the moment When your feet take the stepAnd the twirlThat you did not lay out in threadsYou will trample the stringsOnce laid out in patternsOn that day You will still be good enough
You always have been
Copyright © 2014 C. JoyBell C. All rights reserved.
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Oct 31, 2014 04:36AM
Just beautiful thank you Joy
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Benny wrote: "Just beautiful thank you Joy":-)
I was instructed to take one step towards the East to find further light, then I took it , not only I didn't see further light but my own initial light was dimming, So I sat alone , looked up, looked up some more then I looked all the way up to where it was the higher still no further light then I looked down I went down all the way down inside myself then, yes, there it was the light I was looking for all my life well within me. I found it with JOY . Thank you Joy for helping me to find my light
FYI Traveling east to receive further light is part of a ritual of certain group
Benny wrote: "FYI Traveling east to receive further light is part of a ritual of certain group"Thank you for your kind comments, Benny! :-) And what "certain group" might this be? I'd like to know! :-)
