Monday, January 31, 2011

Self Made Prison


A self made prison
that’s what you see
you see the structure
but you don’t see me

I hide deep inside
where I feel safe
it’s a lot of work
to protect a waif

The structure’s sound
but I must deceive
because if I fail
there is no reprieve

No cake will work
no file will chafe
it takes a sneak attack
or an inner strafe

The shades are drawn
but there are no bars
I enjoy the view
and maintain the scars

A few do visit
but their stay is short
because most desire
a more welcoming port

Like lightening bugs
that are kept in jars
you may see the spark
in my eyes like stars

As I scheme and plan
for ways to thwart
my inner sanctum
while avoiding court

It’s a lot of work
as I said before
but I’m up to it
forever more

There are many layers
and I’m here to stay
sometimes I’ll hide
while others I’ll play

I may be alone
or a downright bore
but I’m simply me
not an attention whore

A self made prison
where I’m tucked away
but I hold the key
against those that prey

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Harpooning Worries


A forest of worries flutters in your mind,
you’re running out of things to hide it behind.
Little by little it flows from within
as you start to see letting go isn’t sin.

You think it’s the end
but it’s only begun
you can ease on in
with a little dry run.

It comes out in spurts then, it streams and it flows
while you pick and choose just how much to expose.
You test the boundaries to see what is safe,
making an effort to lessen the chafe.

But do not worry
you can’t protect all,
it can be handled
be it big be it small.

Your strength won’t be questioned by setting it free
and no one would laugh if your tears form a sea.
We would all grab a boat and gladly set sail
to chase those worries as if harpooning a whale.

Please note, there were no thoughts of harming actual whales while creating this poem and the last line is only a metaphor;-)

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