I remain your puppet (Prose)

If I focus on my environment
I hear glass shatter
never broken window panes
behind closed doors
off narrow hallways
silent hues of amber
and dark red
stain
the frailty of me
I remain

I could run
vanish from my sanctuary
desensitise encounters
but my mind a web
of gnarled branches
untenable
I remain

My path
a narrow road that bends
sharp against the
sheer rock face
edges crumble downwards
as do I
my fate solidified
hoarse voice that screams
no more
I remain

I stay secluded
I stay quiet
wait till voices pass
watch the woods
hold on to what I know is real
adults teach their children
what have I been taught
I remain

©jmtacken Jan 2014

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As my brain could only work once this evening I wrote the above which I share with Angela at – Visdare http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/visdare-46-silhouette/#comments

and the team at DVerse OpenLinkNight of D’verse Poets Pub

Waiting for an outcome

http://anonymouslegacy.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/visdare-12-waiting.html  The word is WAITING.

Do I wait for a ‘God’ to answer me
is that why I am here
I don’t believe…agnostic though not complete
for I hold my hands in prayer

when life is troubled
can’t find my way
I find myself hands clasped
but religion and I aren’t
intertwined…no committed belief

I come here for solace
for the sanctuary within
towered columns and lead light
the safety recognised silence

The seats uniformed
no pews to sit I ‘grab a chair’
and cross my legs
contemplate life, reflect on what ‘if’s’

For there is comfort from the
world outside,  I hear
the organ keys hear the choir
of voices … what I need today

Whatever my belief even for this
second I am waiting
I sit introspective
for answers that I seek

For today’s thoughts could be
tomorrow’s memories
and comfort I may not need
let me be here… close the door

it is me… I purely seek

For Visdare