My Pen Of Freedom

A Poem for my boys. Describing the frustration of the long custody battle I have gone through to see them and have them home again.

I escape into rythm

writing down words

 

In a leather bound book

an attempt to be heard

 

By no one near

no on that sees

 

The smile I wear

a lie to me

 

A front for the pain

a mask for the tears

 

A muffle for the cry

I've cried too many years

 

Just the pen and paper

are witness tonight

 

Weaving my words of pain

Into poetry of beauty

Melodic and harmony

Pleasing to the eye

 

To one who doesn't know

this story of mine

 

May look at this poem

and jot kudos

for its rhytms and rhyme

 

Maybe the flow

draws another in

 

All the while

I escape through my pen

 

Night after night

destinations of the past

 

I sit and remember

and write with a flash

a flash of memory

No new ones have come

My life stands still

Since you have been gone

 

As day after day

I pen my own grave

 

Such a nice girl

Where has she been

Curious people muse away

 

She doesn't come out much

Just plays with her pen

Lost in a world

Of pictures back then

 

Friends came and went

I tired of the drama

So I took to my home

Caring more about me now

 

Boys your coming home soon

Mom is scared

I think thats why

I sit tonight

Penning a poem

As though I'm about to die

 

I'm still alive

I'm well

Just old

Just tired

Of fighting everybody

Even me

 

I've fought so many battles

I've cried so many nights

But I will fight this battle too

 

In the end I want my boys to know,

being their Mom

Well that is what I was born to do

 

So as I sit

I hope you don't see

the gape that exsists

between my facade and reality

between the tears inside

and the smile I wear

a vain attempt to hide

the years of pain

the ocean of tears

 

That I would cry all over again,

Just for you.

 

Mom

 

Ursula Kay Vos 10/20/2011

 

 

 

Reviews

[EMF]

OK. That's twice tonight you made me cry. And I'm a tough guy. Your work opens your soul to the reader, leaving no element of your pain unspoken And then you write the sweetest of nursery rhymes. You have a phenomonal skill to press emotional triggers and make the reader feel close to you and experience an iota of your pain. Incredible. I could go on at length. But I'm sure you get the idea by now.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I love this , you touched me deep with you words, I hope you stopped fighthing and that you are in peace now

[J. Snipes]

What can one say- You need to let it out. Your potential is there. Maybe over and over. May I suggest a novel starting from the beginning till about half way. Keep it extreme, truth and soul searching. Not all depressing. Remember if it's not interesting nobody will understand or read. Been there, done that. Who me! I'm not a pro, just a mouth.