Free me

From the way the back of my head throbs and cracks

I believe you’re reading me, you’ve received my words

not only in your heart but before your eyes

 

Do do do do something

I want my words to be shaped by the music I listen to

do something with the emotions you are feeling

draw write and stop hiding yourself

ah, you’re hiding because of me

you’re hiding because I expose myself too much

because I’m always awaiting for people appreciation, selfishly

and you’re just too selfless

and perhaps you prefer to be finished before the world reads you

which I understand, but now time has come to start showing your light

and let it shine in your eyes

and stop hiding those eyes of yours

do my words lack of sense, perhaps

but you must be as mad as me, since I’m only mirroring you

 

Heat invades my left hand, after my arm

are you crying again

remembering the emotions you’ve avoided for long

am I too harsh with you, you think

but that’s what lends me energy tonight, so I will be harsh

as harsh as you could be

 

React, react

I shout in your ear

the dragon in your heart shouts too

React, free me

FREE ME

 

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. You will also come across many paintings by Chantal Peguiron that are intimately related to my artwork. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. If you like it, don’t hesitate to subscribe and follow me on social media! May you have an inspiring visit!

6 comments

  1. Very moving actually. I woner sometimes if it’s the affinity or the relatable things that move us so much.

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  2. Ahh to have such a poet pleading. The desire for such freedom must be aching.

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  3. operalover1974

    Damn you!! Stop pushing me! I have kids and I can’t scare them by losing it right now. But I’m mad. Damn mad. And fucking hurt. You have no idea what my childhood was like. What the family, yeah I said family, as in 25 people, would say if you stepped out of line. Or cried. Or whined. Or couldn’t take a joke. There was no crying or they would say they’d give you something to cry about. The family motto is when the going gets tough it’s just right for us. I was constantly told to toughen up lighten up stand up straight look up, feel more confident about yourself, but then Who Do You Think You Are? That’s for the adults, not you kids.
    At the same time is it okay with you that I say I’m not quite sure why I made the choices I made the last couple years? that’s why I’m going into therapy and treatment. I’m sorry the time frame doesn’t work out for you but I’m not working on your time and I’m not working for you this is for me it’s not for my kids and it’s not for my ex-husband it’s it’s not for my kids and it’s not for my ex-husband it’s it’s not for my kids and it’s not for my ex-husband it’s not for the family and it’s not because I’m the good girl that does what she’s told. this isn’t going to get me a degree or money or a husband or anything period for the first time in my life I get to take time for myself and do something for me and only me for no other fucking reason than it’s fucking time cuz I say so

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