the price
January 6, 2014 at 6:08 pm 7 comments
ς
feeling safe
is
tightening ropes
&
locking chains around a heart
ς
the price paid for feeling safe
is
no hands to hold
no lips to kiss
no one to hug
no hugs in return
&
freedom
ς
ς
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1.
justme792 | January 6, 2014 at 6:12 pm
You deserve a hug for this beautiful poem! ^^
2.
words4jp | January 7, 2014 at 2:53 am
Thank you;)
3.
Dom DiFrancesco | January 6, 2014 at 11:14 pm
A painful price for freedom. 😦
4.
Blog It Or Lose It | January 7, 2014 at 11:53 pm
… so much to think about, here … so painful …but very well written. My hugs aren’t quite the same, but I’m sending them anyway….
5.
livingwithshadows | January 18, 2014 at 1:23 pm
brings up many thoughts, a time when i kept those ropes and chains firmly in place but the freedom wasn’t worth the price and it was more freeing to cut them away once i realised i had found trust again.
6.
words4jp | January 19, 2014 at 4:11 am
I see you caught the gist of my freedom reference. Being free from others is really like being bound. I am bound by these chains but I remain free of hurt due to mistrust.
7.
livingwithshadows | January 19, 2014 at 4:25 am
it was beautifully crafted. i hope you are able to find your trust again one day.