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| Isolation by © chibilunacat In a way I feel isolated. Stuck with no where to go. No matter what I want to do independence is not there. I am isolated from myself and the only way I can find my lost self is by writting. It comes out on its own, I don't invite it but that is my only independence. My soul is isolated within my body and even my eyes can not read my mind. The only way I know anything about my self is by reading what I write. I have no access to it because I always have to be with my mom or dad, or brother. I never have time so I know nothing about myself except what others tell me or I write. It is amazing. I never thought someone would know their mother better than themself. Imagine being isolated from your feelings or having no time for thoughts! the poem I wrote is this..... Alone Four walls built up, The door kept secure, No way in and no way out; Alone in this tomb. No children laughing, No singing voices- The silence remains; Only broken by breathing. So cold inside- The warm can't come- To fill my inner depths, Just the outer scars. The moon doesn't shine- The sun isn't seen- As rising or setting beauty; Inside this lonely tomb. The things on the street- Left safely out, To stop insanity Eating away young lives. Alone is safe- Alone is silent, Alone is reassuring- Alone is lonely. Terra Mae 10/12/1995 |