Poetry

Sometimes I growl

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When the “F” word
Is at the tip of my tongue
And I’m fighting hard
To shove it back in,
Sometimes I growl!

When the anger builds
And I’m consciously
Trying to count to ten,
Sometimes I growl.

When she knows
I’m at my limit,
But she keeps
Pressing all my buttons,
Sometimes I growl.

When frustration is
The “F” word of the day
And nothing’s going right,
Sometimes I growl.

When the walls
Of this tiny room
Feel like they’re closing in,
Sometimes I growl.

When I want to cry
But I’m tired of the tears
And just ready for a turning point,
Sometimes I growl.

When pent up desire
turns to agony

And needs an escape
Lest I burst,
Sometimes I growl.

When I’ve done all I can
And there’s nothing more
I can do,
Sometimes I growl.

Like a mama bear
Frustrated with her cubs
Who just don’t seem to understand,
Yes,  sometimes I growl.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: January 24 2017
Originally published: January 24 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry, Short Stories

The price of freedom

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She walks in silence.
The air is crisp as the sun is yet to rise.
The warmth will come as the Golden rays
Slowly find their place in the sky
But she can’t wait to see the splendor
For her time clock awaits her fingerprint.

She inhales one final breath of freedom
As the code unlocks the front door.
The chaos engulfs her
Before she has a chance to greet the early birds.
Good mornings and pleasantries, 
goodbyes and resignation
to one’s own secret chamber.

The door closes as if to entrap not secure.
No freedom will be found until
she leaves for the day.
Why return to a place void of appreciation?
Because she knows she’s one step closer
to eventually breaking free forever.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: March 1 2017
Originally published: March 1 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard