#purdah
what is solitude?
a cocoon of iridescent
paintings of oil on bulletproof walls
mama’s warm embrace in fetal form
a prison of darkness
where no one knows your face
where reflections are only imagined
where hands are far from reach
and reality is...
a place where beauty is created
creation is sentence
and sentence is desolation
childbed
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
I used to think that all I wanted
was someone to love me,
someone to give me all their
warmth and trust and sympathy.
The more I sit here in this
empty room beside a window,
the more I realize that that
kind of life ain't meant for me.
I'm making friends with all the
shadows climbing on my rooftop,
and I hear music in the leaves
that rustle in the wind.
And I dont need no pity, girl,
I kinda like the struggle.
Like feeling 'round for the doorknob
when the lights are dimmed.
Each day someone will call and
offer me a new solution,
and while I do respect the
depths of their true concern,
they have to realize solitude
and silence both are virtues -
but that's a lesson that I
hope they never need to learn.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
Sara L Russell 5/12/2015
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How can birds sing, if taken from the meadow?
Cloistered away in silent fear
envious of the boundless skies
Even her wings are held earthbound
defenceless is she, and silent as the grave.
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What sun may rise for she who walks in shadow,
the blackness that makes her disappear
hidden away from prying eyes
Too fearful to make the smallest sound
accepting of pain, and living as a slave.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC