January 3

Trapped

Poetry

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Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1  prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me


Is it really such a tragedy

that my sentences are raggedy

words tread together by similarity?

The conversation is still defiantly

expressions of me.


Is it really such a travesty 

that I wander aimlessly?

When I can travel through time so easily

…our life history

…a life lived outrageously.


Is it really such a disparity

that I have forgotten the melody

of your name? Still there’s some clarity….

I know the feelings of family

and passions intensity. 


Is it really such an indignity

that something once familiar is now a novelty.

Or that simple tasks escape me.

I still dance to life’s jamboree

and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality

even as I become more absentee?

There is plenty of life in my legacy.

Don’t bother writing my eulogy,

when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

2012 brought me a great present when my missing in action flash drives reappeared right were I left them but could not remember where that was. So in honor of having them I have dug an old poem out to share. I wrote this in 2006 and it stands as a good reminder of how things can change in six years. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy it being found. Oh and it was left untitled so now I have titled it Trapped:

Trapped

Thoughts after reading the Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

 

I know all about being trapped within your own mind
That is why I thirst for knowledge.

I know all about being trapped within the wrong body
The body of a sex with out freedom.

I know all about being trapped within wallpaper
The suffocation smothers a life, while others can freely come and go.

I know all about being trapped by the title of “little girl”
Helpless I’m not, but my determination is lost in the name.

I know all about being trapped within the design of society
That which devised to discourage thought.

I know all about being trapped within the bars of oppression
That is why I wish to remove the bars of apprehension.

 

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • You are not trapped now.. Your flash drives have been found..
    Your past thoughts may now be shared..
    NOW you can show us your other side of your wallpaper….
    for all of us to cherish..

    • No longer trapped between a wall and wallpaper. I am free to come and go as I please and express all of the emotions that I have kept walled up.
      Better than my achievements…I can see that you are no longer trapped by technology, thank you for commenting. It means a lot to me to have your support.

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