Fetters of the past
hold me with
their dark teeth
biting into the joy
of my present.
I seek escape
In avoidance.
A manic ballet
danced in toe shoes
tied with repressions ribbons.
I wish to take a grand jeté
forward into tomorrow
where I am healed.
How does one obtain freedom
from years living in quicksand?
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Prompt #280 forward
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life does its own miracles.
cheers.
forward into tomorrow
where I am healed
There are many around who would wish the same thing... Well said.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/29/the-sun-on-my-face/
the central image was very evocative
http://kickinitwiththekids.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/garden-of-laughs/
K
Such great imagery!!!
Well Done
I love it when poems carry a metaphor throughout a piece.