They lock me up. They keep me separate from the outside world. This cramped space leaves me longing for freedom. Instead I make myself small, trying to fit in. It reeks in here. There’s a stale smell of urine. All I can think about is fresh air. I want to stand up, make myself seen. I want connection, I want to be loved. The damp darkness is killing me. But I know it’s not safe out there. I want you to see my beauty, but you won’t acknowledge me. When I bare myself to you I get rejected.
The picture I sent
doesn’t show my core
just the unsolicited exterior
I know it’s not a proper haibun, but it’s as close to one as I’ve ever been 🙂 The prompt today at octpowrimo.com was See me, the suggested form a haibun
And it’s a beautiful poem ❤
I'm going to have a go at the haibun. We'll see if I get it! 😀
Lots festering beneath those words. Very visceral!
Funnily enough, yesterday I was just reading a crime novel by Elly Griffiths, in which a kidnapped girl has been kept underground by her captor for 10 years. This is eerily very much like her thoughts. That aside though, it’s very powerful and says so much.
That is one powerful portrayal of loneliness and suffocation.
Thank you for your beautiful words Sunita!
Very powerful and really reaches out.
Thank you! The places #OctPoWrimo takes us… This is what happened after I accepted I was getting nowhere with the prompt.
Whoa, this is powerful!❤
Thank you!
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