Breaking Free
The witchdoctor said
I'm crazy, not a martyr.
She called my soul out,
saying it should shine
bright white with stranger laughter
making your steel crack,
your childhood shake all
apart - its shadow turn gray -
your diamond dim
and change to drab sand.
I'm not shackled, prisoner
to your freaky whim
any longer, sport.
Just toddle off. Find your seer.
Tell him your secret.
October 19, 2014 1:02 PM
There is an overwhelming sense of victory and personal power to this piece....I particularly like....
ReplyDelete"I'm not shackled, prisoner
to your freaky whim
any longer, sport.
Just toddle off. Find your seer.
Tell him your secret."
Indeed :-)
:D
Deleteha, i just want to click; i love it. clcik
ReplyDeleteClick away, my love.
Deleteredemption in personal power. sweet.
ReplyDeleteI wanna click too..!
ReplyDeleteInteresting what people are seeing in this. I only sort of understand what I wrote.
ReplyDeleteI mean you guys are helping me with my own work here.
ReplyDeleteToddle off to freedom, to find your seer. Break out. Make the steel crack. My reading at least.
ReplyDeleteI like this breaking free!
ReplyDeleteToddle off - exactly the sort of thing my old colleague Carroll F. Raaum might have said, actually did say in some context. I have books from his library distributed after his death from complications of a form of Parkinson's.. He left a hole in my heart.
ReplyDeleteFind the seer and usually within.
ReplyDeleteGreat words, did have a laugh with the toddle off part.
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