Travel Letter
The bars that block my view, on which side do I stand? I see them, watching, coveting...do they realize they are regarding a civilized slave to a society who has lost their way? Do they realize I stare back, coveting their lack as fiercely as they covet my attachments?
There was a time when fear held me chained. Those shackles have deteriorated as I shovel the steaming heaps of manure that have attempted to block my path, corroded in a micro-system of shit that has been evolving longer than most of those bodies that surround me. With courage in my heart, I am ready to fly...but now it is this messed up definition of love we must tackle.
I crave freedom, and you selfishly assume I mean from you. I crave color, and you somehow think I am faulting you for being black and white. If you truly loved me, you would let me fly...rather than keeping me as trophy behind the walls of a cage you have decorated to convince yourself of a home.
My own insecurities are burden enough, my shoulders cannot bear the weight of yours too.
Roger has presented us a fantastic video to tickle our muse this week at the NWCU Wednesday Wake Up...and this is how mine decided to dance.
6 comments:
Tash, this is the first time I've read creative prose from you... This is good work!
Same here, don't think I've read your prose work before but I loved it, lots that resonates with me in this piece particularly as it comes to a close, but also some really beautiful imagery mixed with a nice bit of grit...Tashtoo style!
This is fantastic!! "I crave freedom, and you selfishly assume I mean from you." Great job!
Powerful! Love these lines:
"I crave freedom, and you selfishly assume I mean from you. I crave color, and you somehow think I am faulting you for being black and white."
This is wonderful...especially the last two paragraphs. Great job Natasha.
hope you got my comment over at NWCU...dont know why i could not post on here earlier...it is hard when the other takes it so personal and makes you feel bad...
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