The Web

It is not easy to be me

Forever wanting to be free.

A tiny little bird

Fighting hard to be heard .

 

Caught up tight in the spiders web

Bound by feet, hands and head.

To the spot tightly glued

Prisoner to the silent feud.

 

Trying hard to keep the faith

Working towards heavens’ gate.

I try hard not to give in

But my independence is seen as a sin.

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. penpusherpen
    Jun 01, 2013 @ 00:15:18

    So well described, ..trapped and wanting freedom, always a goal worth fighting for Sweet Willow. hugs aplenty xPenx

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  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
    Jun 01, 2013 @ 02:11:36

    your words are heard by more than you realize
    sometimes theres no words to express…
    )0(

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  3. Gray Dawster
    Jun 01, 2013 @ 10:45:54

    This is nicely written Willowdot,
    hey have a wonderful weekend 🙂

    Andro xxxx

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  4. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Jun 02, 2013 @ 05:13:39

    Your independence is not a sin but a right, Willow. And it is there for the taking.

    Willow, I just listened to ‘My Space’ on the right hand side. First time I heard your voice 🙂 I like it. You sound so pained though. I wish you didn’t sound to be in such a horrible place. And re ‘no chance of another’ mother – that’s so true.

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    • willowdot21
      Jun 02, 2013 @ 07:45:36

      Well I have to say I am glad to hear you liked the sound poem, I hate the sound of my voice …I think we all do . Our voices always sound different when we hear them recorded ..different to how we hear them inside our heads!!… Be grateful I did not burst into song!! I guess I was so impressed hearing your voice and that of some others on wordpress who are posting sound poems, and seeing you in your videos that I though I shall have a go. I shall change it every fortnight or so. I was trying to speak slowly and clearly so people could understand… I am okay Noeleen I know my limits and my world. Mothers, yes I miss mine she has been gone a long time she was eighty when she died and I was in my thirties and I was so, angry with her, I did not realize I was though.It took me years to realize this and grieve properly. Why was I angry, she had had three strokes and could not communicate with any of us. In fact she hardly knew us occasionally there were brief glimpses of recognition.These moments, brief though they were, were a joy. The fact was she had gone mentally long before she physically died and I missed her I wanted a Mum I needed to speak to her. Strangely the night she died I dreampt I was sitting with her and we had a good old chat, then we had a call first thing to say she had gone…. bless her. Noeleen I am sorry to go on knowing what an awful shock your mother’s death must of been even to a child of such a tender age , especially to a child of such a tender age , sadly for you thing got worse much worse and I grief for you for that . My life at least was a plateau for a few years until I awoke. Sorry I am rambling Love to you and Daniel xxxxx

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