Not a single breath of you
I breathed in, is alive inside
Being so close to you was toxic
Toxic
Toxic
Toxic
I am poisonous
I am putrefying
Beware of my broken thorns
You touch it, you may die
Don’t push me away yet
Leave me where I belong
Domesticated,
Helpless like a fish,
A fish
Bought and brought up
In gaze of glass
Released into the wild
Baffled at big waters
Of storms and splashes
Hard to swim or dive
Learnt to float
But this fear of freedom
Where shall I hide?
There is a globe inside the glass
Skin shackled to the jar
Let it rot
Where it belongs
Here beside you
With your gaze stuck at the glass pot;
O you look at me
Observe me
See me through agonized
I will smile with blood brimming my eyes
For I am watched
If not loved and prized
© Written Frames, 2017
and how time flies…. 🙂 🙂
The fish always learn to shed off the skin of habit and break the glass to freedom and new opportunities…..
What is next to come? Only tomorrow will tell …..
Makes me shudder. Powerfully written
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Thank you Hannah. Means a lot. 😊
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Some pretty strong feelings were involved!
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😊
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So the fish likes to be in the acquarium as it likes a small world?
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She is an obsessed lover and the aquarium is her relationship… she will stick to it even if she dying. To move on seems pointless to her as that is where she wasted her prime…. she is confined.
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Nominated you for an award pls check
https://muddymarbles.wordpress.com/2017/10/21/the-mystery-blogger-award/
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I totally missed this.
Thank You .. I appreciate it.
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Wow the poem is too good. But you know there are aquariums that may take pleasure in taking it for granted.
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It is known….. But to be watched by the most sought pair of eyes is all she wants….. Obsession is a crazy ordeal… It might destroy or you yourself get happily destroyed.
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Oh…it all started bit harsh and toxic…..but the toxicity levels came down….stressing more on self….quite wildish….but loving….
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I totally missed this…
Thank you Mr. H 🙂
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Oh….still Mr. H…. SG….you can call me SS….ok….?
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SS…. done… :),
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Strike a hammer 🔨 on my head…..the sound will c…..done…..!
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hahah
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Started raining…..
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Where?
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The. Famous song….
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which is? 😰😰😰😰
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SRK in DTPH….
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“Bought and brought up, in a gaze of glass”.
This is such a telling line that I can particularly identify with, as woman. It reminds me of past experiences where I’ve been objectified and made to feel like I was “owned”.
A powerful and impactful poem. The closing line, “for I am watched, if not loved and prized”, holds a wealth of very disturbing implications that I readily identify with.
Thank you for sharing this stunning piece of poetry. I look forward to following and reading more of your work!
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Words cannot describe how happy I am to know that you find this piece relatable and of reading value.
At times, I wonder why us women have such emotions? Is it because we are too sensitive and meticulous about every single detail of what is said and what is expressed. There are times when I wish to be little more on apathetic side.
Thank you for your much love. Such a wonderful feedback. ❤ I will try my best to deliver best of my ability.
Here are my few picks for you if you would like to read –
https://writtenframes.wordpress.com/2017/09/16/i-am-viciously-flavorful/
https://writtenframes.wordpress.com/2017/09/17/your-presence-stings-me/
Thanks again… 🙂 🙂 I am highly motivated.
Stay connected ❤
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I read this and am reminded how much I love the way you arrange words …. like they are notes of an unheard symphony. Imagine … no one ever wrote this exactly like you. Ever.
You are unique and I am ever drawn to you and your creativity.
❤️
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If not you, who else I have to remind me of my worth and my hunger to keep writing more and more….
At times I feel that I write to please you and only you!
Dearest D ❤
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Dearest poet,
I am eternally pleased with every wayward whisper, ever reined word. You reach so deep within yourself even if it was just for me it would thrill the world.
❤️
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Is your other name ‘Motivation’?! I wonder.. 🙂
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Why yes! Has it taken you so long to discover it? 🤩
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Haha….You are a difficult puzzle but interesting. I would like to unfold you slowly, at my own pace.
Does this remind you how good I am at torture so sweet as this!? 😉
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There is nothing that causes my heart to beat faster than such teasing.
But let me remind you, I may be keeping a piece of my puzzle in my hand. Longing to engage you….
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I will be you and you will be me. You cannot keep the piece to yourself for long as it will belong to me… Soon!
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Yes! Come to me dear poet! Bring your words and dreams.
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❤
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“wayward” yikes …. 😄
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Told ya… 😀
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Ya think I should have named my blog the Wayward Armadillo? 🙂
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I was so close tears reading this. How I have fought domestication, toxicity, observation as though under a microscope (or in this case a glass), and so much more. This fish is learning how to shed the harsh, the painful, death, and to swim to freedom, even if that freedom is terrifying. Wow, Shefali, another really powerful, moving experience I’ve had here. You are incredible the way you arrange words together to express emotions that only some of us struggle to express. Fantastic!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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Yes…the fish is learning and so we all are… Soon would call it mere an experience…. A lesson….:)
I am so glad to receive your feedback. You bring a sweet smile on my face and everytime I need to rush before the mirror to see if I am blushing way too much to hear such words of generosity from you!
Thank you Amy… ❤
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💝💝💝
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“globe inside the glass” powerful!
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Thank you Devika! 🙂
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Wow! 👏👏👌👌 This is some really powerful poetry!!👏👏👏👌👌 The opening was ultimate!! Mind blowing! And the story of the fish conveys the powerful story.. the metaphors are rock solid!👏👌 ❤️❤️ Too good
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So glad to entertain your liking for metaphors…. Thank you Parth. Thank you for reading me with such delight…
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You’re most welcome. It is always a pleasure 😊😊
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🙂
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This is so deeply beautiful and intense – freedom as a choice can be so scary to the one accustomed to the gaze and the fear in confinement. The amount of momentum required to break free is unimaginable and the excruciating feeling of being stuck itself is comforting. You have a way of truly tugging my heart and beautifully so.
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There was a time I was willingly shackled to the agony and there is this time as I talk about it, calling it mere an experience and long for a freedom I mistaken with the comfort of security inside the glass…
Perhaps now we understand why some people do not like to move on!…
Thank you my dearest!
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Yes, for a while I didn’t understand too why some people would not just choose to change their life …now I do. Your poetry is such rich portrayals of these life phases, all my pleasure always reading them.
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Thank you sweetheart…..<3
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My pleasure always 🙂
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I’m a mere man, your glass jar, folds in my had, released a glowing star.
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Whoops, hand
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Haha… Your hands fumbled at keys…!!
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I get nervous when I’m chatting to such a lovely lady ☺️
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Oh I blush! And there…..now my hands fumble a bit!… 🙂
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😊 ❤️
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Many thanks Ivor!
❤
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