Chained DownA Poem by Olive Belikov
It calls to me
the wind, the trees, the water,
they call my name.
From this tinted window
covered in layers of dust and death,
letting light seep through
but letting nothing out,
I gaze upon their beauty.
The sight of freedom
plucks at the strings in my heart.
My lungs, my toes, my fingernails
all feel electric, yet
As a bluebird flies by
it pulls with it the tears
from my wounded eyes.
To see it soaring so high
without a care in the world
brings pain to my flightless soul.
Faintly the sounds call,
whispering words of a sanctuary
into my desperet ears.
I would give anything,
to hear them freely, unchained.
Even the life I have left in me
is a price I would willingly pay.
I feel so ghostly, breathless, buried,
cut off from the world.
Being forced to lay dormant
as velvety grass calls your name
is pure torture, pure agony.
To know it's there,
alive and full,
yet not be able to run your fingers
through the warm summer air.
You don't know how it feels,
don't tell me you do.
To have peices of yourself ripped away
and layed right in front of you,
one step out of reach.
It's the last step
that makes all the difference too.
The last step that truly hurts.
For it turns into miles,
far beyond anyones reach,
least of all my own.
But every so often I know,
when the wind blows just right
and the air lights up,
a single moment in time
comes upon me.
When through a crack, a crevous
in the wall, the wind comes through.
Lifting tendrils of my hair
in a heavenly wind
that blows the dark away.
© 2012 Olive Belikov
Added on May 21, 2012
Last Updated on May 21, 2012
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