Protection Or Deception?
Protected by all my pendants and charms,
Nothing or no one can cause me harm.
Safely wrapped inside my cocoon,
Hiding within my artificial womb.
Guarded from the world outside,
The barbed wire words almost piercing my hide.
Encased like a hand inside a glove,
Longing to be free, to soar like a dove.
Instead, I lay trapped in my tightening shell,
To escape my soul to Satan I'd sell.
This barrier was built to PROTECT me,
But instead it constricts, slowly killing me.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Holly (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, April 20 2005, 12:52 pm|
I found it hard to get my head around what the barrier was, but if I'n right in guessing, the barrier isn't somehting pysical. It's a great poem, you write so well.
|Mike (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, April 21 2005, 11:21 am|
Yes, the barrier isn't physical. As I've told you already Holly, I haven't cried in over a year. This is due to the 'barrier'. Inside me, I've built a sort of wall that blocks out all of the words people say and things people do. When I get punched, I look through the boy that does it, as if he's not there. When I get cursed at, I walk by, not even looking at the people saying the words. I hear it, I see it, but I block it out - if that makes sense. I've tried to take this wall down, as I've seen that it helsp to get your feelings out, but no matter how hard I try it stays there. That's what the last two lines are about. It feels as if I'm trapped in my own bubble.
|Raimee (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, April 21 2005, 03:25 pm|
I wish I was like you. I get cursed at, wolf-whistled at by brainless idiots every day. I stick up for myself, and get brought down more. Things like that get to me, and I wish it didn't.
|Holly (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, April 21 2005, 05:24 pm|
I could do with a barrier like that..I think it's definately something you've developed as a coping mechanism for your life situation. And until your life gets more, erm "copable" who's to say whether getting rid of the barrier would be any good. It could be the barrier that's preventing your life from becoming any eaiser. But I don't know enough to know that. Just, good luck :)
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