It vs. Freedom by Ravona

Ravona | Jul 18th, 2014 | current issue, poetry | No Comments

Poem

A hankering beast set out, just behind me
It was birthed to this world seconds after my cord was snipped
Life became my own
And always shared with It

It breathes heavy on my neck
The condensed droplets [restrict]of its life filling up my space
Wading through its [restrict]want of me
My legs have often given way
To drown in my follower

It is never but a few steps behind
Carrying its attracting light, casting ahead of me
I constantly look back to It, to consult the only knowledge I know
Seeking wisdom in experience
Only then to be devoured by fanged poison

Seeped through my veins
It then revolted on my brain, my thoughts are under siege
There’s no defence against yourself
Hung paralytic in the past, It owns me

As It enveloped me
I glimpsed to a scene of craving and want
Perfumed air followed a sun path
That led to unclarity
There was no distinct destination, no tangible expectation
Nothing marred by a muggy shadow
“Welcome to Freedom”

Paused, to read those words, It caught me
And swallowed me whole
The scene vanished, in the stewed juices of Its consuming belly
I broke down, digested by Its meaning
Captive to my past and once again surrendered[/restrict]

Poet Bio

Ravona is an increasingly active poet, having been thoroughly bitten by the poetry bug. A lawyer by profession, words have always been a lover of hers. Ravona is an increasingly active poet, having been thoroughly bitten by the poetry bug. A lawyer by profession, words have always been a lover of hers.

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