January 3

Trapped

Poetry

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When someone you love is diagnosed with dementia as a caregiver your own life gets turned inside out as well. In fact probably even more as the caregiver. But really who knows? All of us are having our own experiences through our personal realities. Who are any of us to say what's real or not real in any given moment for anyone else. 

For me poetry and music have been consistent ways to examine emotions and personal growth the experience gifts me. Recently, I have found myself, once again, pulling at the threads my emotions through poetry. Some how by placing one word next to another I am able to find peace with grief. But even more powerful, I have been able to unravel the gift of the journey. 

Here are two of my most recent poems:

a cardinal rests
it’s frozen reflection
~ encapsulated
your colorful life stilled
in a lake of memories

image of guitar from the neck with the poem Sing Me overlaid.
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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