Fragments This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   In the midst of mute and solo lived a strength I never knew,

Till I realized my lost voice echoed deep inside of you.

Like a lost child in a canyon screaming desperately for aid -

I was hungry, thirsty, lonely, frozen, empty and afraid.



In my early baby hopefulness, my voice sang sweet and clear,

But my lifesong only rang out for one very special year;

Then my real world shattered and the fragments fell within,

Till I couldn't find the places where my mind or I begin.



And my mind became a puzzle and its pieces didn't fit.

While I tried to find the world, I could make no sense of it.

In a convoluted tunnel, with an endless case of bends,

I kept searching for an opening but couldn't find the ends.



In my prison of dark silence I kept searching for some light,

But I rarely glimpsed a sunbeam in my world of endless night.

My bleak solitaire confinement had a life all of its own,

And its only real solace dwelt in keeping me alone.



As the world revolved around me, I lived deep within my mind,

While the people looked into my eyes believing I was blind;

And their voices filtered through the crazy hazy in my head,

And it made the people wonder whether I was deaf or dead



Till my empty silence cloaked me in an air of acrid doom,

And my life became a never-ending living breathing tomb

Until one gray day a single ray of sunshine pierced my night,

And my tomb began to fragment into glowing shards of light.



Free at last and me at last, I am prisoner no more;

And I never will return to the me I was before;

And my mind is fully open and my soul is fully free,

And I'll fully be the person I was always meant to be.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Miseltoe said...
Aug. 7, 2010 at 10:05 am
I know you know this is a skillfully written expressive work of imagerative imagery but it is always nice to here someone else say. So great jo and congrats on getting published.
 
dream..catcher.. replied...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 7:49 am
This is really good..Someone cant just write bout something like that.it makes me as reader know youve really felt that way at one point. &as reader i can relate&thats what for in writings a lot of the time. I look for writings that i can connect with. This is really inspiring &really grand.
 
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