A Captured Mind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I don't like to talk. When I am hurt or angry I tend to keep it all locked inside of me. Often this is what becomes of so much unspoken.

Submitted: May 12, 2013

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I hold my breath and count to ten 
Then push it down and lock it in. 
Twelve more times it adds up soon 
And threats to burst; a dry lagoon. 
 Push me hard and make me strong, 
Don't break now you've held so long. 
It pounds and screams and wraps my lung, 
But still I hold my silver tongue. 
My thoughts are jumbled,  
Lies all crumbled, 
I let one slip and the rest have tumbled. 
It all spills out; my mind it reels  
To make some sense of all it feels. 
Pouring and gushing there's nowhere to hide; 
All the anger and hurt ever locked up inside. 
And finally there's freedom from the voices of all; 
Each seething opinion or heartfelt fall. 
The tension they brought goes out like a light 
and with wings like an eagle I laugh and take flight. 
Never again will I battle my mind 
To hold back the things that will only bind. 


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