Children's Writer & Sometimes Poet
Posted on January 7, 2022 by Sue Santiago
I don't remember where these ropes came from yet here they are Perhaps they were declarations dropped in my path I collected, like a robin, formed them into a nest Likelier still, they were the twine of thin thoughts I knitted together wrapped around me like a security blanket layer after layer becoming protective armor the Light reveals their nature thick ropes that bind that suffocate that steal the freedom designed for me strand by strand the blade of truth will slice through these taut thoughts 'til I'm at last UNBOUND ©2022 Sue Santiago all rights reserved
Category: free verse, Poetry, UncategorizedTags: assonance, Children's writer, consonance, faith, free verse, lies we believe, metaphor, poem, Poem A Day, Poetry, simile, Sue Santiago, Unbound
Sue Santiago has been drawn to books since watching her grandfather run his letter press and following her oldest sister to work at the library. From library volunteer, to teacher, to writer Sue is always looking for ways to connect others to good stories.
Excellent! Love it, great message. Thank you.
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Thanks! It seems to be a universal truth we all have lies we believe.
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Beautiful picture.. can’t help but think getting out of our heads and into our bodies is where the unraveling begins..
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I think movement does help with the unlocking. When i feel stuck, a walk tends to help.
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