"No you can't do that."
Bind my arms
And tell me that the possible
Is impossible.
"That can't be done."
Bind my legs
And tell me they are
Too weak to walk
Much less run.
"Sorry, we can't do it."
Bind my tongue
And tell me not to
Ask for help because
It is futile.
No one will help me.
Bind me
So I can only
Go so far,
Do so much,
Be what you want
Me to be.
An appendage to
Your life, but
What of mine?
So bound am I
That I've lost hope
For myself and
Place mine hope in
A child unborn
Not even conceived.
So bound am I
That I dream
Grand, voluptuous dreams
For Children who have
Neither breath or hearts.
So bound am I
That I am ever
So close to
Mummification that
The life I loathe
Is so perfectly
Perserved.
So bound am I
That I am now
Ready to become
Undone.
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Yes! What a marvelous turn at the end. Great powerful writing.
Such a deep & powerful write :D
Yes, flee those bindings! So future children can have a free, whole mother! (I resonate so much with this poem, I made that exact same journey.)
I agree with Buddah.. maybe we need to be bound to fully know how it feels to be undone..
luv the twist where you become unbounded; luv the fact that it is stated plainly not just intimated
have a good Sunday
much love...
A depthful, thought-provoking write.
a nice write...
yes, like they said, even the Buddha can lose his temper. there's a limit to how much can be pushed. (that's how i view this poem, great write!) :)
Such a philosophical poem - sometimes to be unbound gives us freedom...a new way to do things..i sense that here very much
You remind me, sadly, that for many this is the condition of their lives. I like the double meaning of 'undone'.
What a powerful poem for those in abusive relationships.
This conjures up an image of someone wrapped tightly, bound like a mummy, who is finally undone, set free of her bindings and can feel the fresh air on her face for the first time. There is nothing like that fresh air after a lifetime of being bound and gagged. Come undone.
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