Third rate hopes, secondhand dreams,
Living life in a fishbowl,
Looking out through the curtained windows,
My imagination swallows me whole.
Flashes of colour drift past my eyes,
Blurs of perfection racing outside,
‘Let me out’ something inside me cries,
But yet in my cocoon I stay, I hide,
Afraid of what I might lose out on,
Yet more afraid of the outcome of a risk.
Feeling little more than a pawn,
Yet I don’t want it to change…
My mind is a prison, yet I am a willing captive,
So lonely inside, so scary outside,
What do I decide?
This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.
I am an ambivert. Earlier I was an introvert, it took me a long time to reach here so I can relate to the poem. Beautifully written.
Trust me the best place to let in your poem in depth is to sit away from the crowd a silent place and thats when u get an answer on what to decide. Beautifully written.