No Longer

March 8, 2011
She lives safely within a wall
Of books,
Many colors,
Styles,
And genres.

She is protected,
Secure,
Invulnerable,
She has created her own prison.
A cold,
Gray,
Stone cell.
Very little light reaches through the single, iron barred window;
It cannot touch her crystal-clear,
And frozen heart.
She built the wall of books to protect her heart,

She ran through spring –green meadows,
Her heart was worn on her sleeve.
She freely gave of it,
And it was freely taken.
Her heart was warm, red, and beat soft and fast, like a small bird.

Too many people took advantage of her offering,
They held it tenderly in their shining hands for a time,
But they soon abandoned it for other people, and other things.
She picked it up, out of the grainy mud too many times.
She pieced it back together almost carelessly, faster each shattering time.
Her heart became jagged,
The edges,
Sharp and unforgiving.

She left the meadows,
And built the dungeon wall.
The laughter of others reached her no more.
She no longer beheld the warm and living colors of spring,
Nor the fiery shadows of fall.
She could no longer experience the white and gray of winter,
And she shunned the muted neutral colors of summer.
She was lost to the whole of the world.>

Until one smiling laughter of a day,
A bar of sunlight trickled down the wall.
It tentatively managed to reach where she sat,
Her back against the wall.
The ray touched an outstretched finger to her heart.
Warmth blossomed,
Her heart smoothed,
It became full of color and full of beauty once more.

Her heart began to beat again,

No longer was it encased within relentless ice.

She took a jolted breath,
And love bloomed upon her mechanical mind.
As she became aware of all that surrounded her outside of the wall,
Laughter reached her softly curved ears,
And she yearned once again.

She sensed a wildflower-like perfume on the never before perceived breeze that wafted from her small window.

She arose,
Like a butterfly emerging from a cold, leaden chrysalis,
And walked the meadow once more.





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leafy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 19, 2011 at 9:40 am
Wow, just wow, I am yet again amazed ^_^. The first stanza definitely would've described me when I was younger, except I perceived it as my "bubble" or even"comfort zone" 5/5. No complaints or suggestions, I love poems that tell a story, and this one is awesome
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Oct. 20, 2011 at 4:41 pm

Awww, Leafy, you are very kind. 

I read this over again before replying to your comment, and I kinda noticed that it almost has an unreachable rhyme, you know what I mean? 

I'm very glad you like this one so much, it gave me a lot of trouble ;) Took me absolutely forever to finish it to my liking.

 
thetruthawaits94 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 1, 2011 at 9:21 pm
This is beautiful! Lovelily written (haha i'm PRETTY sure i just made that word up! The meaning is great and this is so creative! :)
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Sept. 2, 2011 at 5:17 pm

Cool, you shall have to use that often. Thank you for your comments and praise :)

 

 
savetheplanet said...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 5:48 pm
Wow! This has such beautiful imagery and meaning.  I like how her prison was built of books.
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 10:24 pm
Thank you, savetheplanet :) This poem was based loosely off of myself. 
 
savetheplanet replied...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 11:33 pm
At least half of my poems have some loose or very personal meaning for me.  That's great that it comes from your heart.
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 4:24 pm

I am always eager to read new poems of yours, and it only just ocurred to me (how silly of me) that I haven't even read all of your past poetry! And I'm glad for the revelation, because I'm finding jewels like this.

If sorrow carves deeply into one's being, this poem was like pouring the warm, sweet water at the end of the world into a drying well. It was a tender ghost's hand that reached through my chest and touched the "small bird" that is my heart, and I think I ... (more »)

 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 10:28 pm
I don't think anyone has ever written before of one of my poems reaching them on such a deep level. Reading your comments is like reading a spontaneous book of prose and poetry. One of my favorite things in the world is to have someone describe my poetry from their point of view, and what it means to them as individuals. Thank you again :)
 
krarthurs said...
Jun. 8, 2011 at 1:47 pm
This was incredibly well written. You have a clear style that I really admire. I loved each description and visual you included. Well done
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Jun. 8, 2011 at 2:45 pm
Thank you :) Poetry has kind of come to mean clarity to me.
 
Aderes18 said...
Jun. 7, 2011 at 6:39 pm
I LOVE THIS POEM!!
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Jun. 7, 2011 at 7:37 pm
Haha, thanks :D
 
Aderes18 said...
Jun. 7, 2011 at 6:34 pm
Can I just tell you how perfectly this poem captures my life? It just captures my childhood perfectly. :) 
 
IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Jun. 7, 2011 at 7:37 pm

That's awesome :) I'm very glad that you are able to relate to it so well, and that you love it so much :D

I've been feeling kind of down on my writing lately, so it's great to know that it does someone good :)

 
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