.
Hidden by bristly brambles
The thorny creeper rambles,
Its pointed fingers wind,
Meshing as tight as twine
Concealing, screening
My wounded feelings,
Safe and secure
Behind the secret door.
.
The hinges and lock
Were rusted with age
With no way to open
The make-shift cage.
And so I lived for twenty odd years
While my heart was healed
And I could reclaim
What was mine again.
.
©DGA 30 April 2012 08:32
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
30/04/2012 at 12:16 pm
Perhaps healing would have come quicker outside this cocoon. Then perhaps not but still seems a prison.
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06/05/2012 at 12:46 pm
A prison of my own making, Carl. That was MY instinctive way of healing.
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30/04/2012 at 12:20 pm
Aaaah, freedom at last. Blessings, Maxi
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06/05/2012 at 12:48 pm
Aaaah, yes, Maxi! It is so wonderful, I hope I don’t screw it up…
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30/04/2012 at 3:53 pm
Twenty years is an awfully long time, adee. So glad your heart is healed at last.
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06/05/2012 at 12:48 pm
You have no idea just how good I feel, AD. 😀
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30/04/2012 at 10:23 pm
You know Denise, I liken being wounded as like a hedgehog curled up, spines outward. A very expressive poem my friend. thank you
John
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06/05/2012 at 12:50 pm
Thank you, John. That was just how I felt.
I hope June is doing better. God bless you both.
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06/05/2012 at 10:34 pm
June seems to be much better after a second operation, Denise. It’s a long story, but I think in a few days we will be able to go home. Thanks be to God.
John
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07/05/2012 at 6:11 am
Thank you for replying, John. God is great and nothing is impossible to him! Bless you both. ♥
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01/05/2012 at 6:16 am
I especially liked the first four lines, they drew me in to the “heart” of the matter. Great on all accounts.
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06/05/2012 at 12:51 pm
That was just how it was, Jake. Thank you so much.
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01/05/2012 at 1:57 pm
Your poem tells of such hardship, pain and freedom with just a few words – love it.
*big hugs*
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06/05/2012 at 12:52 pm
it was such a hard time, Hope, but it’s over now (sounds like that song…). Thanks, Hope.
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02/05/2012 at 11:06 pm
I like protected and safe, myself: and the idea that one can reclaim oneself after a hurt one never thought would go away.
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06/05/2012 at 12:54 pm
It was instinctive, Kate. I am hoping to resume my visits soon – been feeling quite overwhelmed with work lately, sorry!
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03/05/2012 at 8:28 am
It is so good to know that even when one is in a cage and it seems dark that you can get back to yourself. So many of us find ourselves in cages in various guises. A very powerful poem!
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06/05/2012 at 12:55 pm
Thanks, Selma. We are all different in our needs and reactions…
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04/05/2012 at 5:11 am
It can take a long time to heal the layers. Glad to know you’ve reached through.
Hugs,
Jeannie
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06/05/2012 at 12:57 pm
You have NO idea, Jeannie! It has been really hard.
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06/05/2012 at 4:55 pm
Be proud of yourself for sticking through it. It frees you to have peace, joy and love in your life.
Many hugs,
Jeannie
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06/05/2012 at 6:31 pm
Thanks for being so understanding, Jeannie. ♥
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04/05/2012 at 1:57 pm
This may just be the poem of yours I’ve liked most up to now. Perfectly crafted. You can be very proud, I think.
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06/05/2012 at 12:57 pm
You are very kind, I think, Ben Naga! 😀
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07/05/2012 at 8:17 am
You need strength when you are down. When there is no prop coming, you have to clutch to the brambles, wary of the thorns, on your own caressing your own wounds. very inspiring.
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07/05/2012 at 8:29 am
Thank you very much, Sunamu! That is all we can do, each in his own way.
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07/05/2012 at 6:23 pm
We are both the jailer . . . and the jailed. Until we wake up and break free.
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07/05/2012 at 7:58 pm
I agree, Nancy.
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