Hi there everyone,
Today was just one of those days when I felt as if my freedom had been suppressed. Suppressed because I was worrying too much about people who meant very much to me. I let their worries and pain reside within me and felt strangled by my inability to breathe and think freely as a result.
Every time I wanted to do something for myself, my mind would take a U-turn and I ended up staring directly at the needs of others, telling myself,
“Forget it. You shouldn’t do that for yourself or subject A and B would get mad and this would in turn, worry subject C”
This made me deeply upset as I questioned myself if I was living my life or if I was living my life entirely for others. I had to find a healthy balance between helping others and helping myself.
Here is a poem borne out of my conflicting thoughts. Hope you enjoy it!
In My cage—
Your cluttering mouldy words occupy far too much of space. They
morph into ugly leeches that suck on my sanity
But you cannot rob me of my peace—as you sneakily carry it
under your arms, reality knives down upon your squalid self.
This cage, in which hurt carpets the ground,
belongs to me:
Hold that Thief in—I will say to the Gates
Realizing that Control,
(15th November 2014)