Silently Tortured

you search for your being, but your shadow is nowhere to be found

She lays her head between her arms,
folded at her knees.

Silently she is tortured,
they can't know her,
when it's so obviously pointed out,
that she doesn't even know herself..

in return they cannot hear her...

As swiftly as her feet move across this earth,
she still has not grown the wings to fly..

Running everywhere,
but getting nowhere.

The underestimated taste of the wind
combing past every strand of hair,
laps at this unknown soul -
but somehow it's the only figment that will pretend she is of its own.

Cradled by the very air she breathes,
empty arms she will never feel,
quietly she heaves..
crying numerous times for what seems to be so surreal...

As the sun disappears beneath the waters,
so does her mind,
escaping the aching pains..
but for too short a time does she grip hold of these reigns.

Silently tortured,
by her own thoughts.
Every "what if"
countless "could have been"s
and her everlasting question,

"who am i"

Resting every night,
over and over again,
Answer-less...

Only to wake in a pace,
back and forth,
back and forth....

quickly


slowly



wandering now...



Running again - the tragety of gravity mixed with the pull of speed.
Not an excuse,
but, an everlasting necessity to be freed.

Author's Note

" A rose would smell as sweet,
if called by any other name "

says Romeo to Juliet

Reviews

[Wunderlich]

I like it. I like the structure of the poem and the diction. I really liked this stanza:
"The underestimated taste of the wind
combing past every strand of hair,
laps at this unknown soul -
but somehow it's the only figment that will pretend she is of its own"