By darkness.
By walls, closing in.
By a thicket, thorns menacingly sharp.
By bars, a cage that is not welcome.
Reaching out.
Blindly feeling.
Stopped short.
Pricked and bleeding.
Achingly close to the key.
Is there no escape?
No relief?
To the suffocating.
To the bindings.
To the wearing away of one's soul.
A door.
A clearing.
A key.
It's all I need to find
to make my path to freedom.
But only to be able to find it,
to lay my hands on the secret.
For now,
I must endure the solitude
the darkness
the fear
Until that secret may be found.
The secret that will set me free.
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So cute!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad post. Big hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteBut that sure is one lucky stuffed animal.
Happy HNT!
beautiful. i wish somehow your sweet pose and my adoration of it could combine to give you the key you need. i wrote a poem with a similar concept many years ago. . . i wish you luck finding the path to your secret, gorgeous. :) ♥
ReplyDeleteWonderful image.... so sweet. HHNT!
ReplyDeletegreat pic. Hope you find whatever it is you seek.
ReplyDeleteGreat pic....HHNT
ReplyDeleteNice Picture HHNT
ReplyDeleteSuch sadness and yet some hope. A loveely poem and picture combination. I know it's Friday so I hope Yesterday was a happy HNT.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments. They are very much appreciated.
ReplyDelete*hugs to all*