Wings clipped (A Poem)

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The bed sagged.

Bills.

Kids.

Mom-Dad dual duty

Weighed down.

She wished-

Transformation.

Shed her skin,

Wings emerge

Bright, bold, beautiful

Discovering the person she should’ve been.

Recovering the woman she once was.

A chance to just

Be.

She sighed.

Trapped in her iron wrought

Chrysalis,

Stood slowly,

Knees protesting.

Grabbed her name badge.

She had work to do.


 

It’s the official beginning of October and OctPoWriMo. I’ve mentioned it here a couple times, but I’ll refresh your memory. I’m writing a poem every day in October. I’ll be linking it back to OctPoWriMo. As a co-host, I’ll be writing prompts over there as well. If you enjoy writing poetry, there’s a daily link-up. It’ll be a lot of fun.

Today’s word prompts were:

Chrysalis

Butterfly

Transformation

Aloha y’all!

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21 Responses to Wings clipped (A Poem)

  1. I know this woman … and have known her. You words echo in my soul. Beautiful!
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  2. I was this mom when my children were little. I got up before six, worked at a daycare until past noon (when they were really little, I had a break in the middle, and I’d drive the 20 minutes home to nurse the nursling, then back again).

    I’d get home, tag my husband, and of he’d go – he’s a chef, so he wouldn’t be home till late. We’d get a couple of hours with each other, I’d fall into bed at 1 or 2am, and then get up before 6 and do it all again.

    I’m so glad that when my oldest reached “school age”, we didn’t send him, and that I realized that I needed to leave that job to focus on him and his sister. Money was crazy tight for a while, but now they’re 13 and 10, and our house is paid for (worn, cluttered, but paid for!) – and, as I ponder the idea of taking a part time job, I know it would be for my personal expansion rather than necessity.

    I hope your mom from the poem gets some small taste of liberation!

    • Tamara Woods

      Maybe she will, maybe. Thank you for sharing your story with me, Shan. I’m glad that you’re at this point in life, after the exhausted beginning.

  3. Sometimes when it’s six in the morning and I’m staring into the face of a twelve hour day at the clinic where I work as a nurse, and I’m looking at myself in the mirror and seeing more gray hair and the toll gravity has taken on the fleshier parts of me, I certainly wish I could spring free and feel young and full of promise, maybe being a dancer (which I was always considered too plump for by most dance studios) or an actress or a singer, or maybe a novelist.
    Overall, I’m actually happy with my life. But I think everyone wants to be allowed to shine in some way.
    Thanks for your visit to Poetry of the Netherworld. 🙂
    Sadie Tagabayan recently posted..OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 2My Profile

    • Tamara Woods

      Sadie, I see her in my mirror too. When I’m seeing all the grays and the dark circles and I wonder for a minute if it’s worth it? And then I wonder for another minute, “Well, how would I change it?” All the changes are things I’m working sloooooooowly toward. But I’ll get there. Thanks for reading!

  4. It would seem that most of us are in a cage of our own making, why is that do you think? Your poem resonates but on a different level, it is my own cage that I wish to fly from.
    Morgan Dragonwillow (@MDragonwillow) recently posted..What is Two but OneMy Profile

  5. “Trapped in her iron wrought

    Chrysalis,”

    Wow. Just wow. I can relate to this so much.
    Laura A. Lord recently posted..In 31 LinesMy Profile

  6. Wishing for freedom from being trapped by routine… a poignant poem.
    Vinay Leo R. recently posted..Day 009 / 100 Happy DaysMy Profile

  7. *sigh* Yes, that makes me sad for her.

    I remember once (though I’ve forgotten in which book I found it) a dialogue between two people, where the one was lamenting the plight of zoo animals in their cages, and the other countered that our freedom is equally docked by the people we tie ourselves to; our job; our home; social convention, and all the other things which hold us in place as securely as iron bars.
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  8. Good one
    Jo-Anne recently posted..SubmarinesMy Profile

  9. These are strong images and I truly love them. Thank you!! 🙂
    Cindy recently posted..OctPoWriMo 2014 Day #1 – Butterfly AnewMy Profile

  10. I love this. Evocative and to the point. So easy to relate to and imagine.
    Jennifer recently posted..Chrysalis Half-ThoughtsMy Profile

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