Unnoticed Options

[Aphrodite]

I want to pull my body up from
my toes and over my head,

so I am inside out. To hide eyes of
self-deprecation and ears blasting

with screams of lies and deception.

I want to bury the foul stench of hypocrisy
heaped high on plates of selfishness,

which paralyzes from dishonesty
as my skin crawls with sneaky spiders

leaving every hair standing.

To be small and inanimate,
let me feel nothing, let my heart be hollow

to never bleed.

Like a bouncing ball, round and perfectly
unnoticed,

I want to roll away and hide.
©Linda Balboni 2007

[Lady Poet]

Oh my dear!

You've just described most of my life...I guess I didn't have to tell you that, but I wanted
you to know how much I empathised with this heart wrenchingly poignant poem. A truly great write! I paricularly was drawn to:

To be small and inanimate,
let me feel nothing, let my heart be hollow

to never bleed.

While I have felt that many times, still I am grateful for the experience of pain and the inner bleeding of unseen wounds, for to overcome them, makes us stronger, and by writing them out gives us insight into our own psyche and souls. I may be speaking out of turn, the statement is true of me.

I love your ball metaphor. There are no changes I could possibly offer for this brilliantly evocative work of heart.

Blessings, Pami