How have these chains that no-one sees
Made me invisible?
How have these lies I did not mean
Caged me behind walls?
When did it all become too late
For cobwebbed time to fly?
When did my baby curls escape
Childhood’s silken tie?
Why is it I no-longer care
If fights are lost or won?
Why is it I am not aware
Of the touch of sun?
Who will light my dark and glitter
As only can a friend?
Who will hold me close and whisper
That it's not the end?
Author notes
This poem by J.P. Troy was inspired by this picture: http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/1986/poisonff8.jpg
This poem didn't turn out as I intended. Meant to be an optimistic, inspirational piece about a beam of sunlight entering a dark room, it quickly changed. When trying to describe individual elements of the picture, I began questioning how each became part of the scene and what effect each had on the scene. The more questions I had, the more I realised the answer was not in the picture. It was outside the frame. The answer was me. And you. And anyone who looks at this poor, lost, hopeless soul and feels compassion. If you feel the desire to reach into the dark picture frame and take her hand then you are the answer to every question. A friend can brighten any darkness far more than a watery beam of sunshine ever will. A friend to hold us and reassure us that this is not the end of life, but a new beginning.
A contest entry
- The world is a stage... Something people often fall off of amusingly... by abba12.
529 points, ended March 18, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Beautiful and sad but reflective.
My favourite lines are:
'When did my baby curls escape
Childhood’s silken tie?'
and
'How have these lies I did not mean
Caged me behind walls?'
As we progress along life's path, these questions call out to us time and again. We don't forgive ourselves and hold on to the 'lies' when others have forgotten them and we look back to our childhood with ever increasing longing for that time when there was an innocence in our baby curls that earned us others love.
Wonderful!
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Your work truly captures your emotion and displays how you feel so we can understand.
I sense hopelessness in this write, wondering what's ahead even and simply wanting a friend.
And then, even though you say your poem was supposed to be more inspirational, I still see that in your final stanza.
You are questioning and when we question, we are seeking and if we're seeking, blood is still flowing through our veins and there is a spec of hope inside of for a better, brighter, stronger tomorrow.
Thank you for sharing this. For sharing of yourself! You have courage! And, that's a beautiful thing.
And congrats on the gold. Very deserving. Very, very deserving.
Kelly
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ooooh
so beautiful. that poor little girl, you've made me feel so sad for her. good work -
'Who will hold me close and whisper
That it's not the end?'
This is such a great interpretation of the picture. I can feel what you wrote.
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WAIT
I'm changing your picture lol.
Guess what I found, the one I told you about
http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/1986/poisonff8.jpg
its smaller than the original but thats something lol -
http://www.northern.edu/wild/0506Season/Beauty/image012.jpg
not the one I was after, but itll be interesting...
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