Tears stream through these eyes
As worries compels of people’s lives
Hearing of stories so horrid and depressed
Feeling as everything is not at rest
Conflicts guard me in
From the world outside of me
Such problems more than a burden
As I try to find a way to leave
The pencil as a key
And the paper as the gate
The only objects so hard to reach
Yet are tools to my escape
Free from the hardship I endured
As I share my plan to other prisoners
To reach them to places so pure
And to make them feel like winners
I am a messenger as I hold my key
To the freedom that I seek
As I rejoice in the goodness
Of building the strength to those that are weak
When I first held this in my hand
I felt so scared
Wondering if I can ever be free again
And face the world outside of me
But as I turned the key in the lock
I felt the surge to flee
As I left the gate
Seeing the prisoners who suffered my affliction
Unsure of their fate
I held the key that lead me through
And now I share my key with you
A contest entry
- How Do You Write? by strangerforeigner.
450 points, ended February 22, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You have a rare talent and style that you don't see much on all poetry. It is so good that it bothers me that you are not more well known on here and that people are not flocking to read you. I am going to start a group that highlights great but obscure poets. I will include in the list.
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beautiful! =]
I still have the poem you wrote for me and michael =]
haha. i should put it up on here =]
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Powerful. I got chills reading this. It's a great thing to use what you have learned from painful circumstances to help others overcome theirs. God bless you.
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laudable sentiments
Care for others is a great motivator for writing. And it usually comes out of our own woundedness; providing the writing is not a justification for self-absorption.
As I rejoice in the goodness Of building the strength to those that are weak
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