I Arrived, Trapped

A poem of my freedom.

The moment I think I’ve arrived

I realize I’ve yet to travel.

I moved through my day with passion, I thought,

A zeal for the details…then,

I realize I left my brain on the bus,

My feet in solid concrete,

My hands behind my back, clasped tightly,

While I sway back and forth to the music

I sing in my mind, locked away like my

Heart solid and afraid.

I hold my breath instead of breathing

I stare at the words I read without seeing

I listen to the birds tweeting without hearing.

When rushed along, I find life only to swings

back like a bungee cord,

adhered to a bridge, falling falling falling

and yet never landing.

My voice held in check. Silence. Nothing.

We open our eyes and realize we cut the cord,

the bounce back stopped, we find we are

standing, on solid ground.

We climb atop the bridge, we shout aloud,

I rise, I stand, I jump, I sing, I dream,

and I thrive with passion to arrive.

Breathing in and out I step forward

Now, nothing binds my feet

No one grabs my waist, my hands are freed and open wide before me;

I think freely.

My journey completed

I rest.

~Just a thought by Pamela

Life in the abstract void of others, we let our souls free and become who we are meant to be, without control or devices to force us. We thrive.

Fearless She Wrote

This is a space to empower differences, tell our stories, and share our lives together. We will not be silenced. We will be fearless. And we will write.

Pamela J. Nikodem, MS

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Engaging readers with a sense of purpose and hope. Developing a Helping Mindset, While encouraging others on the journey of life. Writer, Reader, Dreamer.

Fearless She Wrote

This is a space to empower differences, tell our stories, and share our lives together. We will not be silenced. We will be fearless. And we will write.