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Shelved
By essy
10 April 2008
My life has been replaced
by a constant stream of demands,
commands.
Someone else’s wants and needs.
My feelings and thoughts were removed
and wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper.
Put away,
pushed to the back
of the highest shelf,
dust covered.
I haven’t forgotten them,
he has.
I take them down,
unwrap them
when I am alone.
They still shine,
still tear at my heart
begging to be free.
I hear him return.
I fold the paper around them,
their cries torture me
as I place them back
on the shelf.

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Written by Josie (2732 comments posted) 10th April 2008
If an adult is having this effect on you, then you should change the situation. Why not speak to him of your sadness? If it is children, it is understandable because they usually don't see beyond their own little wants in this world. It comes as a shock to find that mother has needs also.

Written by essy (1 comments posted) 10th April 2008
Thanks for reading my poem and taking the time to write a review. It's not about me, it's an observation.

Written by mia_ms_kim (975 comments posted) 10th April 2008
Sounds painful. It seems to indicate some sort of an abusive relationship between a man and a woman. But I could see the woman's secret dreams have not died, so there was a hint of hope that one day, she would stand her ground and claim her life. I thought the imagery of her hopes and desires being wrapped in yesterday's paper, being unwrapped and rewrapped, was powerful. The dust, the shelf - they speak volumes. Though it was sad, I still saw the glimmer of hope that one day their cries would be too strong to be contained. 
 
Mia :)

Written by gutterkitty (362 comments posted) 12th April 2008
It's a good metaphor but I feel it could work better with a less dramatic, feeling-sorry-for-yourself treatment.

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