This week has been a very testing week for me with the obstacles I have faced. It may sound corny and even clichéd but among the turmoil I have also seen some light and put my thoughts on paper, by composing the following poem. This poem works at two levels for me. The feedback I have received about my poetry at the writers group is that maybe I need to trim the rhyme and really get to the core of the emotions. Unlike my usual rhyming poems I have started experimenting with a prose poetry style. This poem has also been like catharsis for me. Here goes.
The Light Within Turmoil.
Acted in haste,
Repent a life sentence.
Not just at leisure
I live and breath the karma.
Although I have broken the chains
I am still held prisoner
of the cruel torture chamber.
Trying to break the wings I found.
Consuming my mind, body and soul
eating away the goodness.
Gripping so tight I cannot breath,
away from the darkness of the dungeon.
I now hold the key
and nobody can touch me.
It causes pain
That I am not held captive
Inside the cage.
with an unfulfilled mission,
of obsessive vendetta.
Trying to break me at a distance
Crumbling down on my knees.
This bird has strong wings
and will keep flying high.
In captive I did not break
and walked away standing tall
cutting the rope of suffocation.
I cannot be harmed at distance.
The light of an angel
Set me free,
from the darkness of the dungeon.
This light fuels my inner fight.