Monday, February 8, 2016

Finally Released From My Hell ...

Finally Released From My Hell ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

My poor body trying to shelter me from the rain
It sits here with me ... inside with my thoughts
The sad thing is ... me and this body can feel things

It's like being in an old house
When the wind blows ... the house moves
It creaks ... tries to hold itself together

The rain rolls off this body's head into my eyes
This body's hands reach up to wipe this face
Tears mix with rain ... teardrops turn into raindrops

Homeless ... no place to go ... I sit here in this worn out body
Me ... I'm trapped inside ... I want to fly away
Like a ship anchored ... this body holds me down

The only way for me to soar
Is for this body to lay down ... die
Until then ... I am at the mercy of the shell that traps my very soul

I feel pain as another person walks by me sitting here
This body ... and me ... feeling the pain as a foot shoots out
Kicking me in the chest ... kicking a pile of trash aside

This mouth cries out ... no one hears ... too many busy bodies
Going about their business while lots of  me's ride in different bodies
Older, worn out bodies fall along the side if lucky

If not lucky ... a foot from another body kicks it out of the path
Life is cold ... dark from where this body sits
All it can do is wait to die ... with me trapped inside

Like a fox peeping out from under a log ... I, myself ... me
Sit inside this body ... not wanting to live ... have no choice but, to
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad ... if it didn't feel all this pain

Bodies bleed ... bodies hurt ... they are strong yet ... so fragile
They house the strongest, smartest of minds
Only the mind can travel ... where the body can't

My mind ... me ... travels afar ... to where it's warm, dry
The sad thing is ... when I'm finished ... I have to come back
I can't go to another body ... but, mine

Sitting here ... trapped inside ... I have no choice
But ... to go where this old body goes
Feel all this old body feels ... this is my house, my shelter

It's been rocked by many storms ... I see one coming now
As I feel horrific pain from its blow
Another foot kicks this body ... tossing it farther off the path

My body lies there ... growing still and cold
Dying ... releasing me ... releasing me and my soul
I fly away ... I don't look back ... I'm released from my Hell

Note by this Author:

Sitting here this morning ... I'm the only one up ... I am listening to very quiet, soft music ... this is the poem that was born from my thoughts.  I have no idea 'why?' ...

Why do writers write?  Why do they think the things they do?  Why do their words reflect this ... reflect that?  Why do people want to read no matter how crazy, wonderful, sad?  I know why? I do.  I want to see what comes out of another mind ... inside another body.

Sometimes ... like my words at this moment ... reading something that's ... off the wall ... can make your brain feel as if it's twisting around to look at things in a ... different way.  My brain feels like it had a work-out while in the throes of writing this poem.  :)

I wrote it ... it's out of my mind ... my body now ... released into the universe to all the bodies that give minds a shelter.  Some bodies are wonderful ... some are in the most terrible shapes ... houses ... some are so comfortable ... others are pure Hell.

I think back to when my only child died ... I couldn't get away from myself ... me.  I was trapped ... inside myself with tormenting thoughts, the worst pain a person could suffer ... the death of their child.  Me ... I couldn't get away from ... this body.

Thankfully ... the day came after years ... me, myself and I ... and my thoughts can live in the same body ... peacefully.  As my body grows older ... my thoughts are like a calm sea ... when they come to the memories of my child.

Photo, poem owned and written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

1 comment:

  1. I think maybe we all go through times that we feel like we are trapped in our bodies and want to get out. Of course we can't escape ourselves no matter how hard we try. We just have to do the best we can. Love, Ms. Nancy