All You

a gentle reminder to self

your chest is tight my dear

breathe deep, allow the 

unravel 

your look is scorn darling 

remember we are all walking 

our own way home

your touch is cold sweetie 

stop, look around 

warm your heart against the sun 

your thoughts are dark lovey one

A prison in which you keep yourself 

yet - you have the key 

you feel used my cherished 

yet the moments were pure 

walk free from yourself gorgeous one

liberation comes for free

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

So many ways to free oneself - courage allowing. Every speck of advice affectionately offered is worth considering. Your poem appears to offer chances to forge your own metal, choose your own path. dvice briefly mentioned is often worth ab ocean. As ever you find the way to.. give, my friend.

Wishing you safe, happy and sill able to dream the dream. Been a while since you walked on stage! Those were THE days1

[KWP]

Inspiring words - I will write something in the knowing you are there on the flip side. In the country just now, in a village called Burrawang, start of bushfire season this side. To hear the wind rush through the trees soothes my soul .. nice to know you are there - much much love and thanks for the read 🔥

[emmajoygreen]

Hello, waving frantically.. Be careful in spite of the wind rush through the trees, soothing your soul, I get the same when steam rushes out of the kettle spout! (Silly me) Take care, keep safe always, come back soon. Happy new October, dear you. Much love and large smiles to you and yours. Okay!


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[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear poet.
"walk free from yourself gorgeous one
liberation comes for free"
I liked the above lines and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Lisasview]

Enjoyed your poem early this morning from across the world.
Learning to be ones self is liberating..Loved the line "remember we are all walking our own way home"
Lisa, now in Spain

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is really uplifting...
I swallowed that key some years back...maybe I should spit it back up....and liberate myself.
Scorn doesn't do anybody any good.
this poem reminds me of a great line from an Anne Sexton poem...
"empty my breath from its bad prison"---
really strong work, KWP.

j.