Imprisoned

Walls close in,

and there is no escape

from this self-induced hell.

Wish I was spry

like the gingerbread man...

Oh, God...I would run away

as fast as I can

and escape this place

I have come to know;

But here I will stay

until I get the courage to go,

and no one around

will ever see my pain.

To them, I will smile

and remain the same.

These dark places

are mine alone.

I close my eyes

and search for home.

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poetrandy R. Jul 5, 2008, 5:52pm EDT

Very nice, almost scary poem!

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Janie E. Jul 5, 2008, 5:55pm EDT

Sad, but a very good poem!!!!

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Charlene C. Jul 5, 2008, 5:57pm EDT

Very sad, dark, yet very good poem.

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Harper S. Jul 5, 2008, 6:10pm EDT

Very nice, Cheryl

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J W. Jul 5, 2008, 6:24pm EDT

I can definitely relate to this.

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Ann M. (Site Scryer) Jul 5, 2008, 6:27pm EDT

This reminds me of a line in the Chekov play Uncle Vanya:

"I will bear my life until it comes to its natural end, and so must you."

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John Doyle Jul 5, 2008, 6:31pm EDT

Good sad poem but a bit worrysome

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Esther IS Flesh and Blood S. Jul 5, 2008, 6:46pm EDT

I liked this but I hope this isn't the way you really feel... ;(

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*LORA* M. Jul 5, 2008, 6:53pm EDT

very nice

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Larry H. Jul 5, 2008, 7:06pm EDT

loved your poem, thanks for sharing

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Alison H. Jul 5, 2008, 8:18pm EDT

Beautiful, poignant poem. PTSD doesn't stop.

Ann's comment/quotation was very memorable, as well.

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Cheryl W. Jul 5, 2008, 9:41pm EDT

Thanks everyone. And don't worry. I'm okay....:)

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Rose H. Jul 5, 2008, 10:37pm EDT

Wow - great poem, Cheryl.

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Beverly P. Jul 5, 2008, 10:48pm EDT

very nice... it brings back a bit of loneliness to the soul

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Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation) ~. Jul 5, 2008, 11:59pm EDT

I relate to this way to often

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Vinay Benjamin Jul 6, 2008, 5:05am EDT

Cheryl - a part of you is my own reflection. I liked this verse, thought-provoking and poignant as has been said by others.

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Cheryl W. Jul 6, 2008, 2:49pm EDT

C.F....thank you for the very thoughful analysis of my poem. You are so correct in most of what you said. Childhood abuse is the underlying root from which this piece comes. The self induced hell is where the shame and loss of self-esteem at times leads me. The search for home is that search for all of those time in my life where I have felt a sense of belonging...however fleeting those times may have been.

The good news is that I feel "at home" much more now than I used to...and that is because of God....:) He gives me all that I missed as a child...so home is where He is...and He is always with me....(though at times I forget that).

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Wade A. Jul 6, 2008, 5:40pm EDT

This is a delightfully dark poem Cheryl. You know I love it when you write these gems! It reminds me of this chorus below and gives me the same feeling of being a prisoner of your own mind, so to speak.

"Alone inside my head
Alone inside my room
I feel alone inside my head
Alone inside my tiny little room"
Stewart Adamson

Lovely work!

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