It's time

No more shadows

The time has come to chase the shadows away. Because they haunt me like the faded memory of a nightmare on repeat.

It’s time to take a new breath because what’s left in my lungs has gone stale,

and it’s time to throw open the doors to my big black cave and be blinded by the light

because I’m tired of the damp emptiness and it’s time to feel the warm sun on my face.

 

I’m the tree that managed to grow between the boulders and the prisoner against the wall,

with branches spread towards the crack in the ceiling

and shackles like bracelets on my wrists.

But it’s time.

 

Throw open the doors.

Fashion all the sunlight into golden wings.

Throw open the doors.

Take a breath of sweet new air.

Throw open the doors and feel the sunlight kiss my wet cheeks.

 

I won’t look back to the ones wrapped themselves in the sheets of their chains.

But I’ll leave the doors open.

For them I’ll leave a trail of golden feathers

drifting from the sky

in the direction of the sun.

Author's Note

I'm not much of a poet, but I wrote this after a lot of thinking.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Your poetry HAS to be poetry because it is received as such!! It does not take perfect grammar, a disciplined form of some specific design, and/or a piece that is popular to become known as "poetic". Of all the profiles on the site, I get to see strange recurrences on what people THINK they are to other people and try writing that out, favorite music, and what they think others will define them because of their world outside this site. Not you.... I get beauty, an odd sense of this never-ending and consistent interest in the world around her, and an adoration for things I don't see get discussed and written about, like nature with the color and scents that inhabit it, or this poem where you talk about the tree and this quick story of how you possibly interpret being the younger one in the family between two parents, pushing out and looking for things that amaze and protect you and your thoughts. It's gorgeous.... your words. I don't like being "impressed" because there is usually no real concrete example to give such a commendation. You do this, and very well in this poem, and mentally and poetically, it is hard to not want to hug you forever!! lol Beautiful, Melissa Rose.... xox -Mark

[Melissa Rose]

Someone who gives so much praise is bound to receive it in abundance in their own lives. Thank you for all the kind words. :) I've read some of your work, but haven;t gotten to commenting yet. Look into the future for it. lol

[Patrick Henry]

I would be happy to find out that one time you have selected a poem of mine to be the last thing that enters your mind and heart before you befriend your pillow. : ) There is no praise in my life, but I Love something that grabs at my attention. I feel like I need to let you know where my mind is so you understand that time was spent with you, and it was absolutely a perfect decision to make!! : ) I Love reading you..... xox -Mark

[Traci]

I found myself several months ago saying the same thing as you, Melissa Rose, what I've learned is there is no clear definition on how a poem should be written. Write from the heart, about anything and everything that inspires you, and do it honestly, the rest is up to the readers interpretation.

I enjoyed this, its very relatable, and I felt so much more than just words. Great imagery.

Loved these lines...I’m the tree that managed to grow between the boulders and the prisoner against the wall,

with branches spread towards the crack in the ceiling

and shackles like bracelets on my wrists.

But it’s time.

[Whiskurz]

Your poetry is indeed poetry and very good....enjoyed....Whisk

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you very much. I'm glade you enjoyed it. =D

[MAC]

well after reading this you have me thinking that you are a poet....and a very good one at that

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you very much. :) Wow I never knew I was any good at poetry. lol I guess because the mood doesn't strike me to write it as much.

[MAC]

not that i am anybody, but my body gets that feeling when it reads something good and i get that feeling over this piece. :)

[Melissa Rose]

Why would you start this comment with Not that I am anybody? Of course your somebody.

[MAC]

i mean an authority on poetry...although i have my days when i do feel like nobody and those are the days i write

[Melissa Rose]

But the fact that you write poems means you have more of an opinion than I do. For instance I can never give any help to poets as far as writing goes. I couldn't tell a good one from a great one if they were laid out before me. For lack of sounding like a scolding mother or school teacher, you shouldn't put yourself down like that. Believe me I've done it for some years now and I find it far more beneficial to be a little bit cocky about my work. lol (my novels that is.)

[MAC]

i believe most poets have that "i suck" attitude. at least the ones that write with pain in their hearts. i prefer you to be a school teacher, the scolding mother doesn't work for me :)

[Melissa Rose]

lol school teacher I can be. More poets should write for beauties sake.

[Melissa Rose]

After all the people of the world spend far too much time steeping in their sorrows as it is and need to spend more tike soaking up the beauty.

[MAC]

i tend to blend my pain with nature. works for me to a point.

[MAC]

i agree time and life is wasted on ugly. so teach when does class start?? :)

[Melissa Rose]

It's already started. lol Any questions so far?

[MAC]

oh my, you are wise in the ways of Zen lol um, yes...many questions!

[Melissa Rose]

Than start asking. lol

[The Nude Writer]

I think this is fantastic :) I think you are a great poet.

[Melissa Rose]

Thank you. :) I've tried poetry once or twice but it's just so much more difficult for me than throwing out novels like chewing gum. lol This is a bit personal, but to me most poetry seems to be that way.