To somewhere

thinking.
pushing myself to
moving.
i picture the stairs
to somewhere
getting outside
where i am free.
seeing
the park i could walk to
my desires burn away
fearing
the steps i’ve taken before.

you encouraging
me to tackle this
climbing out of a shell.
breathing
a blanket over my mouth
talking silently
hoping…
can you hear the heart
beating and longing and crying?
hoping
is understanding
the glancing and wondering?

im no where near the top
if not still at the bottom
looking
up towards where i want to be.
somewhere
other than the
smothering
i allow myself, held captive
to voices of the past.
let them go
and be the squanders they are.
be free, be free, be free at last.

Looking forward to Peter Gabriel’s show in Milwaukee WI July 9, 2016.

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho’ my life was in a rut
“Till I thought of what I’d say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
“Hey” he said “Grab your things
I’ve come to take you home.”

Memoir Poetry

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