I confront the dark form
that blocks the path in front of me,
Meeting dark negativity with happy positivity,
clashing with the fury of a raging storm,
And reel back, shocked at who it is I see.
Just who is I am confonting?
Myself -
with other people's voices voicing me.
In a life or death battle for my soul,
within myself I reach deep, deep down
to pull, with all my strength, out the sword of the real me,
and smote off those biting silver snakes heads,
learing at me with other people's disaproving frowns.
The chains hiss as they sink back into the floor,
not wanting to release my naked feet,
And to allow me to step into the sunshine, beyond the exit's door.
Because I am now listening to my heart,
I am no longer trapped in the dark,
Still I care about those who love me,
but I won't let them tell me how I should live,
Or who I should be.
30/12/05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On Ms. Liz, you go girl, I like this one- sometimes you can be so in the dark for some long till ou are trapped and know nothing of who you are-only voices of others and what they want. But you break free, baby steps, a little at a time, and still love those, but you do as Frank Sinatra says, 'I did it my way.' I liked this one.....it touched me in areas where I am also growing now. Keep it up....