I used to write much more in HS. I can only think of one other poem I wrote in the last 10 years at least.
My Straight Jacket
Paralyzed by Leukophobia
This jacket is the color
of a blinding blizzard white out
The jacket protects you from yourself and
protects others from you.
But nobody muzzled me.
And since I can’t move my emotional arms
I lash out w/ my words
Even self preservation reflexes
in excess, are destructive.
Nobody else can see it.
Yet my Higher Power knows it’s there.
You’d think I’d learn, only he can remove it, heck even loosen it.
It’s too tight and to fill my lungs with life is hard.
Realization.
I know it’s there.
The mirrors everyone else held up to me
Reflections clouded by smoke.
I had to actually look at myself.
Like my childhood out of body experiences
To see that white cloaking my heart.
Each grommet independent yet held tight
Each stitch, additionally restrictive.
Bindings I can’t cut with out endangering myself,
Hell I can’t even reach them.
Remove it too fast
Too much will rush in.
Overwhelmingly.
One grommet, one day, at a time.
Each day I can breathe a little deeper.
Each breath provides hope.
With an introspective tomorrow.
God may someday release the knot,
Relaxing the bindings just enough.
That my white jacket of fear
Will not restrict my every movement.
bubbles1990 said
Nov 14, 2005
(((((((((((((bob)))))))))))))))))) I really liked your peom thanks for posting it meant a lot to me!!!
bubbles123
Satori said
Nov 14, 2005
Wow bob! Write more often, would ya???? Awesome....Thank you!
Live to Love and Love to Live,
Satori
rosie light shines said
Nov 14, 2005
you GO bobump.........nice poem....you are very good at letting your feelings come out.....i find writing VERY theraputic....thank you for sharing your feelings with us.........see you/ rosie
jonibaloni21 said
Nov 14, 2005
BobUmp,
You're a poet,do you know it? LOL! Very, very good bumpers! I want to see one on chasing your dream of umpiring!You GO Bump!
I used to write much more in HS. I can only think of one other poem I wrote in the last 10 years at least.
My Straight Jacket
Paralyzed by Leukophobia
This jacket is the color
of a blinding blizzard white out
The jacket protects you from yourself and
protects others from you.
But nobody muzzled me.
And since I can’t move my emotional arms
I lash out w/ my words
Even self preservation reflexes
in excess, are destructive.
Nobody else can see it.
Yet my Higher Power knows it’s there.
You’d think I’d learn, only he can remove it, heck even loosen it.
It’s too tight and to fill my lungs with life is hard.
Realization.
I know it’s there.
The mirrors everyone else held up to me
Reflections clouded by smoke.
I had to actually look at myself.
Like my childhood out of body experiences
To see that white cloaking my heart.
Each grommet independent yet held tight
Each stitch, additionally restrictive.
Bindings I can’t cut with out endangering myself,
Hell I can’t even reach them.
Remove it too fast
Too much will rush in.
Overwhelmingly.
One grommet, one day, at a time.
Each day I can breathe a little deeper.
Each breath provides hope.
With an introspective tomorrow.
God may someday release the knot,
Relaxing the bindings just enough.
That my white jacket of fear
Will not restrict my every movement.
Wow bob! Write more often, would ya???? Awesome....Thank you!
Live to Love and Love to Live,
Satori
BobUmp,
You're a poet,do you know it? LOL! Very, very good bumpers! I want to see one on chasing your dream of umpiring!You GO Bump!
Jonibaloni
