Free Falling

All my memories about life, my young life, my middle aged life, and now the memories I create in my golden years - all my memories are the paints I use to expose who I am. Sharp moments in life often give me imaginative images in my head and if only I were capable of recreating what I see as a movie! If only I could paint a movie my words would be few. I would love to use animation or tricks of film to visually share what my heart feels and what my thoughts weave. For now I am limited with words as my medium.

Weaving thoughts in and out and around within my mind leads me to words - words are the audible and visual paint that pushes and pulls another's soul. The pushing and pulling is poetry - I suspect.
I, at times, write poetry - I pretend.


Poetry is like art. Art is what we say it is? Right? Deep subject and one I am not wanting to discuss. Poetry is what I am today.


Yesterday, I relived  childhood elaborations of my life, a life all jagged with sharp razors of emotion and overflowing with adventure - but Today?
Today I am being this moment, I am feeling this moment, I am being poetic - in this moment.


My poet wants to write about where my tender heart rest within an unrestful state of being. I want to fly away. I want a different life. I want I crave I need new air.

I want a world that does not deliberately create pain - and that want is deep.

Imaginably ....  I fall away from all - free falling - slipping away from solid earth into oblivion.

I want to fall away like Alice in The Last of the Mohicans ... a choice ....  stepping out into the comfort of the sky holding me, taking me away, I breathe and let my heart grow wings to release me from emotional pain.

(Image from Google images, movie Last of the Mohicans)

Reality today is too solid and razored. Today I leap beyond my sorrow.
Today I assuage my soul with words. Today I let my soul Free Fall Away from all pain.

Free Falling Away

I stand in the center

The hub point of a wheel

All the spokes poke

Me

Sticking sharp words into

My soul

My heart beats and bleeds

And fears breathe toxins into
My body and mind

My fears scream and my Exhalations

Cause supportive spokes to sharpen

Pointed tongued mouths
throwing barbs that penetrate my soul
and wound me
(did I allow this? did I ask for this?)

My sins?
Oh My sins! ha!

Wrong words

Wrong heart

Wrong expressions

Wrong timing

Wrong life

I am busting

Bursting inside

Shattered - my circle

Comes undone

Accusations

Words - Screams- Hurt

I share my heart

I share my inner world

I share my love
Then 

I am shredded

I walk with a cut soul

Cut by Sharp edges of controversy

Breaking out

Bursting spontaneous explosions

Combustive Shattering

Junctures

Fear Filled Moments

Propel my mind toward Jumping

Jumping Leaping Flying

Release

Out from

Away from

Free from

All hate filled words

All belligerence

Slander

Vilification

I fly free

Falling away from all the mouths

That speak of Love

Shredding this heart

The center of my being

Sharp words push me to

 Fly free

Free Falling Away

Falling Falling Falling

I watch that cliff of pain become

A vacant distant home

Free Falling Away

I become a bird

And Fly Away

Into another life

Far from the Wheel

Far from deadly jagged spokes

I'm Free Falling away from pain

I soar away 

Free 

Away

From 

Pain

I 

Am 

Free

Falling 

Away

(Poem by Maryanne Mesplé all rights reserved)

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