Parole
Enclosed and confined by the walls,
Some of my own making,
I struggle in the bleak landscape
Of acting,
Some say faking.
Being there.
But my needs lie elsewhere:
To escape the artificial night
And, with a sense of relief, it falls
And I step into the light.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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Am struck by the line "I struggle in the bleak landscape", and my heart lifts at "I step into the light."
ReplyDeletethe bleak landscape of acting, faking...it can be if that is all life is...and good to finally find that light and step out of the artificial...
ReplyDeleteartificial night, something there strikes deep
ReplyDeleteSo glad you could escape.
ReplyDeletea befitting title to this wonderful piece.
ReplyDeleteilluminating.
ReplyDeleteI feel like this is about life itself... a pity we are trapped, but as long as we nourish a hope...
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this! Great writing J.
ReplyDeleteI like that stepping into the light ~ I hardly recognized you wrote it in a form, kudos to you ~
ReplyDeleteJ Cosmo, I like that there is a hopeful ending to this. Nicely penned.
ReplyDeletePamela
I feel this...the struggle, the faking, the needs....and the longing to feel the relief of the light. beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSome heavy stuff here. Much to ponder. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteNice one indeed - so glad you paroled yourself!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
So lovely! And so true - we are often the architects of our own prisons...
ReplyDelete"Parole" is a pretty dodgy word at present. Some who don't deserve it, get it!
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