Freeing Myself

Freeing Myself

A Poem by twylight999777
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i haven't posted in a long time, so here.

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Stop.

Take one step back and give me space.

I am not yet comfortable in this place.

My heads spinning and I can’t breathe.

It’s like I have some strange disease.

But really I just don’t know.

How do I let my emotions show?

 

Wait.

For one moment just listen to me.

Why are you too blind to see?

I’ve been slipping for so long.

I don’t know how to be free.

My emotions are bottled and caged.

I’m so afraid that I’ve become disengaged.

 

Help.

I want to be have my feelings expressed

For so very long they have been suppressed.

I’m afraid to open up and show myself.

What if no one likes what I’ve worked to hide?

Can you please help me find the key?

I think I lost it in my inner sea.

 

Please.

I take just one step forward.

My goal I am moving toward.

I can escape the fear inside.

No one is going to hurt me.

I don’t have to hide anymore.

I have unlocked the cage door. 

© 2015 twylight999777


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twylight999777
Thanks for reading

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I love the flow of this poem, great work

Posted 8 Years Ago


Freeing Myself is really unlocking all the feelings of a heart stored in some cage...
I wish god must blessed freedom to all those souls, still waiting to Freeing Themselves!
Wonderful Poem you wrote my friend!

Posted 8 Years Ago


I like the way on how you portray the girl's feelings and problems in this wonderful poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on February 3, 2015
Last Updated on February 3, 2015
Tags: fear, hope, cage, free

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I don't write as much as I used to. I've been busy with college. However, I still love writing and poetry. Please don't steal any of my writing. It is my emotions and life on paper. It belongs to me a.. more..

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