Valsa George


The Great Escape - Poem by Valsa George

Left alone in a dreary mood,
With none to lean on and look for,
She tethered her soul to sordid gloom,
And chained her fancy, never letting to soar.

Dull were the days and sore were the nights,
Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
Senses shut to every cheery throb of life,

She lay awake, staring on the ceiling above,
Her eyes so lost in a fixed stare,
Never a smile alighted her stony face,
Nor a gleam of hope brightened up her brain.

Inertia crept over from head to foot.
She had long lost her zest for life,
With life saps drained out like an empty well,
She felt nothing but the heat of scorching drought.

Nothing could move her grief laden soul,
None could lift the weight off her back,
Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of her heart,
Heaves of sighs escaped from her parched mouth,

She wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain,
Her spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh,
She saw around only a thick pall of gloom,
Or was it a projection of her own self?

Anguish gnawed her nerves and sinews,
Flames of pain danced within her spine,
She felt her head beginning to reel,
And the heavy weight of lead all around her neck.

She felt being pushed down to abysmal depths,
And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around.
Who on earth will set me free?
What on earth can lift me up?

With thundering force the question shook her weary self.
She sprang to her feet and broke loose her chains,
She found she was but in self - exile,
A captive entrapped within boundless space.

She saw the door opening to infinite lengths,
And the arched horizon looming larger than life,
She spread her wings and propelled up,
And darted through the clouds to distant shores.


Comments about The Great Escape by Valsa George

  • Robert Murray Smith (7/22/2017 2:01:00 AM)


    Valsa, your first poem goes to those deep dark depths of no hope that some of us know. Unlike other poems on this site the poem has hope where the chains that are self imposed are thrown off. A brilliant first poem that set you on a journey as an inspirational poetess on this site.

    Robert
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    Valsa George Valsa George (7/22/2017 3:03:00 AM)

    I don’t think I have ever written another poem of such emotional intensity! It was at such a desperate moment that I thought of scribbling down my feelings of despair and I found words coming out like a sudden spurt! It was a new awakening! I wrote nearly 34 poems in a period of nearly two and half months, all in bed which I included in my first collection entitled BEATS. I still believe it was something providential...! Never had I written a single poem before! ! Thank you Robert for reading and commenting! Happy to know that I am an inspirational poet!

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/5/2016 1:43:00 AM)

    Thoughts
    Brightened up! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (9/10/2016 10:58:00 PM)


    Salam Valsa

    This was really an impressive and a successful take off. A grown up beginning.
    What was the next poem you wrote?
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  • (11/12/2015 2:56:00 AM)


    once broken free and to unlimited heights
    thanks Valsa
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  • Darlene Walsh (8/15/2015 10:42:00 AM)


    Your first poem, a very special expression of a part of your life.
    When I was young, I spent some time in a hospital bed (my poem My White Room) . I thought I had some bad days, and I was a very depressed child. Since then I have seen, and heard, what bad days really are. Your poem expresses such pain, such bad days. I am very glad you are doing better now.

    There are many great images in this poem (some bring back some of my old memories) .
    I like this line:
    'Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of her heart'
    Where there is a spark, there is life, and hope for the future.

    And:
    'She spread her wings and propelled up,
    And darted through the clouds to distant shores. '
    Surviving, and rising from the bad days.

    Thank you for sharing your experience, very inspirational.
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  • Uma Ram (6/10/2015 1:47:00 AM)


    Beautiful mama, can feel the pain in my nerves...for I too started writing poems only in 2012, after an accident i met with in Ooty, where I was thrown off my bike by an Innova from back. It was my Baba who had saved me by stopping me when I hit against a rock on my head, or else I would have rolled down the hills. Beautiful mam, for I have been in your shoes...thanks for sharing mam. Enjoyed reading it mam. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Katona (5/19/2015 11:56:00 PM)


    I'm so glad you escaped your gloom and spread your wings upwards. Depression is often a mind's way of saying things have to change. Thank goodness you were imaginative and brave enough to make those changes. Your poems and comments have added light to my day and energy to my wings on many occasions. (Report) Reply

  • (5/19/2015 8:02:00 PM)


    Thank you Valsa for posting little bit about you. Today I searched for your first poem. A great inspiration for all to break the chains and do something to get out of gloom and despair. It is true nobody can help us if we are not willing to help ourselves. Great poem! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (5/5/2015 5:00:00 PM)


    gee. 'sordid'. It sounds like my life (not) .

    some favorite lines:

    Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
    Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
    Senses shut to every cheery throb of life

    you DO paint a bleak picture. how many adjectives are in your vocabulary for not nice? ?

    heartburn and thirst kept you in bed for 4 months? ? ? you should have seen a doctor. sorry i wasn't available.

    after reading And the heavy weight of lead all around her neck. i felt almost as if i didn't have the energy to finish reading.

    A captive entrapped within boundless space. ...... exactly! ! ! that's what i've always said to my wives when they say being married to me is a burden difficult to endure, the wives being the “captives”. A week later i have always been served with divorce papers!

    Valsa, thank goodness you ended this on an upbeat note. now i CAN go out and take a walk on this very windy day, buoyed, not just by the winds, but also by your rapturous(?) success with life and this first(?) of your poems.

    stay cool, my friend. :) :) :) bri

    to MyPoemList.
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  • Kavya . (5/4/2015 12:36:00 AM)


    kudos to the lady for the optimist nature and the positive force within that forced her to get up and free from all the tied chains...yes will power is what is needed to spring back to action and that is what is clearly stated. well written Mam (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (6/19/2014 10:45:00 AM)


    I think this the desire of a prisoner soul who is tired of her body that is responsible for a charmless life. A soul who is desirous of going to sweet home of eternity where her love is waiting for her. The sentimental and emotional soul has created this work of art. But I don't like this pessimism. As long as we live we should enjoy life, a gift of God, as much as the customs and morals allow us to enjoy. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Sebastian (6/4/2014 5:25:00 AM)


    A beautiful description of a lady going through a deep search within, struggling with what she is in and groping for some hope that seems to await her in the distant future. A beautiful write! (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (7/27/2013 8:04:00 AM)


    You describe her mood with such profound clarity, I can feel her distress that is eating her alive, but suddenly the knowledge that her faith lies in her own hands free's her captive spirit!
    Superb write!
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  • Valerie Dohren (5/23/2013 2:16:00 PM)


    A deep and thought-provoking write Valsa, great read. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • (8/30/2012 7:23:00 AM)


    The ultimate escape of hers is hoped to be not just the beginning of a disaster in waiting.The distant shores are close to reality and are full of soft sand beds, let us hope.
    The lady has to be lauded for her final resolution.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 20, 2013


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