On the Outside

[momo_adachi]

This was something I wrote when I was feeling shy and disconnected from everyone else around me... I hope that comes through, when I was re-typing it in here, I was thinking, "what was I thinking?!" so yeah.. it's kind of off.

I'm not afraid of what lurks, what's out there,
Walking streets, bars, driving cars, vast expansions,
outside the box I call home.
And always will.
There's something there, lineups, waiting,
I sit nervous, blackened, suffocating in the daytime
and I can't stop the way I'm feeling, it jars my life
and bars my soul from being vivacious and I'm trapped in
red cages with no light, and there's nothing that comes to
mind.
Technology.  Flashing lights and metal surfaces and music with
repeating beats and soft voices hide me from what makes me
afraid, and so I stay warm and comforted, something inside washing
over me.
Afraid of millions of insidious beams, smiling, hovering, shining on my
weary self, which hides in the darkened corner of a dreary room,
Because there is no coping on the outside.

[Lynn]

I really LOVE this poem, Miya! You've done a really good job!

I feel "connected" with that poem, as I have felt like that many times over!!!

Thanks for sharing that with us!

[Maria]

Momo, just by reading this poem, I got shivers all over!! In my younger days I was painfully shy, to the point that if someone was talking to me I would turn bright red That went on until my 20s !! Because of this, I felt a distance from people and tried not to get too close to them !! I always had long hair so that I could hide behind it. Believe me, as I got older, I am not afraid to start a conversation with anyone around me I guess age toughens you up!!

Thanks for sharing this part of your life with us!!