Who I Am.

  

Who I Am.

Liberation-discharge has a loud call, need
to unwind shouts boldly
as the fettered mind feels no better until
it achieves de-control.

Caged, a muzzled soul will unravel slowly
wanting freedom concealed
in convention yet struggle slowly widens
stress-bars for more relief.

So release me, unhand my heart disband
this neglected affair
and leave hold of erroneous persuasion
that shackled stands for care. 

Who I am is unique and meant to flap
dried wings then celebrate
life as a personal journey, not letting 
others dictate my state.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a relationship that became too confining. There comes a time to declare independence before atrophy sets in. Very good imagery, very good rhyming.

[Fay Slimm]

Thank you for your visit John and you hit the nail on the head with your assessment of why the piece called Who I Am - -- pleased you enjoyed the rhyming too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think once we figure out who we are and are free to be ourselves...the wings that may have been clipped or damaged may once again find flight.
I really like the personification used here, it works so well....
excellent poem, Fay.
j.

[Fay Slimm]

Your review of Who I Am is truly appreciated jacob -- I like sometimes to use personification to bring a point of view over - my thanks for your continued support.

[Neville]

I think the 'Awesome One' has just about said it all.. they certainly said it, as indeed it must be said, no less.... Neville

[Curtis.Lenker]

Such an awesome poem. I know what its like trying to find yourself. Great work here.

[Fay Slimm]

A load of thanks for your read and review - so pleased you enjoyed Who I Am.

[barleygirl]

In different ways, I've felt myself roaring a similar rant of independence between ages 50 & 63. Maybe it was growing up with mom's generation & five much-older sisters setting the example for polite acquiescence among females. Or maybe it was living most of my life trying not to ruffle any feathers. Suddenly I'm in my mid-60's & I can't find a ripping s**t to give about what other people think of how I live! This sense of revival is understandable & refreshing in your poem (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fay Slimm]

Bravo for sharing the reasons you related to my poem's blatantly written rant dear Margie - - there comes a time when we need to stand up and be counted - freedom is be unique needs courage to prove we have finished with bowing and mid-60's sounds good to me....... thanks a load for your read and welcome review of Who I Am.