I must release
The thoughts that swarm
In tiny threads
Inside my mind
A swirling cloud
Of calling crows
They spiral down
Into the depths
Of foggy muck
I cannot breathe
I suffocate
And cannot call
My voice is locked
Within a vice
A cage of wire
Entwines my throat
To stop the words
From getting out
I must remake
This life I live
I follow threads
From woven nests
I hear beliefs
Persuade and tell
They call like crows
And draw me in
Their rigid thoughts
I take as mine
My echoed calls
Reflect them back
I am not them
I write my truth
The threads unwind
The spirals twist
To clear my mind
Where secret fears
Are held inside
A wire cage
I raise my arms
Unbind my wrists
And take the pen
To find release
I bleed them out
Unleash my thoughts
I speak my truth
In single drops
If you enjoyed this poem, have a look at my book, We Swallow Light. It’s an exploration of events in a past life and a refreshing take on overcoming pain and the joy of finding love.
Until next time, remember to hang on to your golden thread.
© Tree Langdon 2024. All Rights Reserved
Very nice, Tree. Evocative 😊