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Walls Everywhere

I scream to the wall that binds me up
I claw at its surface until my fingernails snap
I cover it with blood, my only lifeline
Then I realize it is me who’s been keeping it up.

So I dig below until I got out
Out of the walls that keep me out
Of peoples lives and peoples buzz
And I see the sunlight for the first time.

I breathe the air that suffocates me before
It didn’t change apart from how I view things now
The air that used to kill me, now brings me life.
I’m glad I tear the walls down.

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In response to #FWF Free Write Friday! I admit I’m starting to get hook in free writing. It just brings out everything in you and all the words out of you.

P.S. I recycled the image I used for this post. My original entry using this same image goes back to two years ago and can be found here.

27 Comments

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    Charlene Woodley

    July 7, 2013

    I can so relate to this!

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      Pink Woods

      July 7, 2013

      Thank you! I’m glad you can relate to it. 🙂

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    Mark

    July 7, 2013

    Beautifully done! Sometimes the pain is the only thing that makes us feel alive but I loved the perseverance in a better future! I am following you blog now too and look forward to your posts.

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      Pink Woods

      July 7, 2013

      Yes, so true. Sometimes, even if we don’t admit it, we get addicted to the pain. Thank you so much for following. 🙂 I will look forward to your posts too.

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    xxkultuur

    July 7, 2013

    “Then I realize it’s me who’s been keeping it up…” so true. Keep it up. The writing, that is.

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    Talicha J.

    July 7, 2013

    I think we’ve all been there at some point. Great job, glad you shared!

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    A. I. Sajib

    July 7, 2013

    Don’t tell me that’s you in the picture. 😛

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    pandamoniumcat

    July 7, 2013

    Wonderful, more often than not we build our own walls around us and they can be so hard to knock down. Well written and so decisive!

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      Pink Woods

      July 8, 2013

      Yes! So true. We just have to keep on fighting breaking those walls. 🙂

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    charlesmashburn

    July 7, 2013

    We, too often, build walls, and hide behind them.
    A wonderful write, with a good message!

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    dorothychiotti

    July 7, 2013

    Awesome! Good for you for getting “it” out! Dismantle the walls around your creative process and it will help in your healing. … Be well, Dorothy 🙂

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    Kellie Elmore

    July 7, 2013

    Oh my gosh. This is so much like the words in my book, Jagged Little Pieces! I feel you. Wow! Thank you for sharing with fwf.

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      Pink Woods

      July 8, 2013

      Really? Wow. I didn’t expect that! Thanks also for having the time to read mine. 🙂 I enjoy so much your prompts. 🙂

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    buildingalifeofhope

    July 8, 2013

    I love the image. And I love the strength in this piece. Thanks for following my blog and welcome to FWF! It is a blast!

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    Annie's Muse

    July 9, 2013

    You always find that part of me I try to hide, bury … forget … well done!

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    randomandunheardof

    July 20, 2013

    Wow, if you used a bit longer words, I had probably thought that you were a female version of me. XD

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      Pink Woods

      July 20, 2013

      Well, you’re not wrong in thinking I am a female. 🙂

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        randomandunheardof

        July 20, 2013

        I’m aware, because of your picture…but what i’m trying to say is…..this poem is written in a style that is very similar to the style I used to write in. I like it though!

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          Pink Woods

          July 20, 2013

          Oh. We must have experience the same feelings then. Life does that to us sometimes.

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