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My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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Everyday Canvas #879451 added April 15, 2016 at 1:29pm Restrictions: None
The Hide-out Frame of Mind
Prompt: We all have those days.... you know the ones where you bite your tongue more times than not. Where do you go to hide out from everyone? Is it always the same place? Random?
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Some people build shelters; others make pockets and never get out of those. With me, it is never the same physical place but the emotional one: my insides. Even so, I never stay there for long for it is a lonely place made even lonelier by my infuriated disappointment in my own hiding as I am not into hiding all that much.
Once I’ve gotten over the dismal view in my insides, I escape into writing or reading or doing something away from those who made me bite my tongue, and bite my tongue, I do that a lot because if I let my tongue loose, what comes out could be more poisonous than a rattler’s venom.
Hiding for a while has its virtues. First, I avoid saying things I don’t really mean or, worse yet, saying what I really, truly mean but don’t want it to get out. Second, I highlight and emphasize the fact that I can survive without having to deal with people all the time. Barbara Streisand surely didn’t sing the song People who need people… for me. Not that I don’t need people. I surely do, especially those close to me in my life, but I don’t need some people all of the time.
I know people who cover up their negative reactions with a taut smile, which I almost always recognize and then boil inside. Thus, the whole thing turns into a negative reaction chain. I’d rather that person left the room or my side than me suddenly lashing out because, in old age fortified by high blood pressure, I may just do irreparable harm. Someone once said, “In the kingdom of glass everything is transparent, and there is no place to hide a dark heart.” No need for one dark heart to encourage another, is there?
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