Writing to Break Free

Writing to Break Free

A Poem by Earthy Mumma Soul

Broken hearted 
empty jewel 
starving at breakfast 
I know i'm the fool

Broken messages 
desperate for love 
soon to realise 
the hand dont fit the glove 

Gasping for air 
with no conditioning
going round the merry go round 
her breath is the sin

Its weighing heavy now 
quite frightening 
got to get out of here 
mother's lights are dim

Running away 
with nowhere to go 
not that I care 
got to break the witches spell

Now it's twenty years later 
and I still cant spell 
on the calculater 
her breath sill tainting me
all the fucked up memories 

I guess I havent stopped running 
that time I ran away 
gotta get out of here 
says the 13 year old little me 

Well im an adult now but , honestly 
it just feels the same 
looking for a hand to hold 
but the memories of her keep me 
walking away.. 

© 2014 Earthy Mumma Soul


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With age. Problem change. We must make good and bad decisions. But we must get up and go forward always. I like the poem. Make the reader think and ponder life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


When trust is lost we are wary and weary but we won't know until someday we take a chance. We will forever carry that child with us. You've been able to get your feeling across clearly and created that chaotic panic that surrounds it all.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Earthy Mumma Soul

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your clear review , good to get feedback on my writings .

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Added on October 25, 2014
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