The jungle's thick with thorns and vines.
Of twisted words, deceitful eyes.
An uncut path, which brings me fear,
yet happiness lies somewhere near.
And through the thickness, I can't see.
A sounding croak turns to a scream.
With rasping breathes, I start to run,
searching for the morning's sun.
But darkness is all that I sight
with failed attempts to find the light.
I lose my grip on what is real
and soon I don't know what I feel.
I never thought it'd be like this.
Like hopefulness, but with a twist.
Of self-respect and confidence.
I never thought I'd get to this.
With utter joy, I've found my bliss.
Like sealing life off with a kiss.
Author notes
This is a poem I wrote for an exercise with my phycologist. She made this nice image where I'm in a jungle and I keep taking the worn path, but it always leads to a crock pond. She said that I will need to venture and take the less used path through to jungle. Though I will feel lost and scared, it will lead to a field of happiness.
Comments
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poetic indeed
Well versed and well meaning. A journey to the depths of the soul. And the crossroads always seem to double back. To the beginning of the present past.
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
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I like the way you paint the images in the begining it really allows you to be drawn in. That and Ilike pretty pictures. ^^ Yay for vivid imagination! Though it takes good works for that to get kicked in. I think your choice for the last two lines did this poem justice. Bliss and Kiss work so well together as rhymes with both the rhyme and meanings. I applaud.
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