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free from me

by Kate Swearingen

i am so tired of me and everything
grotesque i have tried to make of it.
clawing at my skin and
digging deeper through me to
the insides and silently
screaming through the pain
of being broken.
further still through flesh and
bone to the core of me
until i am free and
all i can see is
You.

04/07/2004

Posted on 04/08/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kate Swearingen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 04/08/04 at 02:10 AM

i know how you feel...wonderfully put...

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/08/04 at 05:10 PM

The battle is so distinct and so well pronounced in this little piece.

Posted by Rula Shin on 04/12/04 at 08:44 PM

Very intense reflection upon the self...the speaker's personal vision of 'freedom' illuminates this poem's heartbreaking undertone...reveals the quite outer struggle of a screaming inner pain stemming from an awareness of all that is inherently "grotesque" within. Freedom, as I see it here, comes only in the form of blindess, for one cannot see one's SELF when only "you" remain in proper 'sight'. This is how I read this piece. Nice form and read :-)

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