The Great Escape Comments

Such a powerful poem. I hope others can escape this torment.

I saw note of this poem in your PH bio today, and i saw i already commented years ago. i reread and enjoyed it again today. i'm glad you " darted through the clouds to distant shores" and landed in Poetry Land and on PH. today i've tried to send to MyPoemList; i'm not sure if i succeeded. bri :)

She saw the door opening to infinite lengths, And the arched horizon looming larger than life, She spread her wings and propelled up, And darted through the clouds to distant shores.......so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.

Valsa, again thanks so much for this poem. As I say, among my very favourites. I think I understand your intense bond to this work. This work also is, for me, relatable. I think when we can use creativity to lift us out of a severe state, that bond between writer and work is forged. It is also that first sign of healing. And being able to communicate what we may believe no one else experiences or understands is also a major step. It really is amazing how much inspiration comes from difficulty.

Valsa, this is a magnificent poem. I am not sure if you are talking about physical or emotional (or both) pain, but there is something so relatable here. It is at that moment of first physical trauma, when the psyche cannot relate, that the feeling of despair sets in. Forced inertia follows. In time, the psyche takes the lead and that is the first step to the flight that you describe. It is also a first sign of real physical healing. Magnificent work- -to myfavourites.

Brightened up! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Salam Valsa This was really an impressive and a successful take off. A grown up beginning. What was the next poem you wrote?

once broken free and to unlimited heights thanks Valsa

Your first poem, a very special expression of a part of your life. When I was young, I spent some time in a hospital bed (my poem My White Room) . I thought I had some bad days, and I was a very depressed child. Since then I have seen, and heard, what bad days really are. Your poem expresses such pain, such bad days. I am very glad you are doing better now. There are many great images in this poem (some bring back some of my old memories) . I like this line: 'Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of her heart' Where there is a spark, there is life, and hope for the future. And: 'She spread her wings and propelled up, And darted through the clouds to distant shores. ' Surviving, and rising from the bad days. Thank you for sharing your experience, very inspirational.

Beautiful mama, can feel the pain in my nerves...for I too started writing poems only in 2012, after an accident i met with in Ooty, where I was thrown off my bike by an Innova from back. It was my Baba who had saved me by stopping me when I hit against a rock on my head, or else I would have rolled down the hills. Beautiful mam, for I have been in your shoes...thanks for sharing mam. Enjoyed reading it mam.

I'm so glad you escaped your gloom and spread your wings upwards. Depression is often a mind's way of saying things have to change. Thank goodness you were imaginative and brave enough to make those changes. Your poems and comments have added light to my day and energy to my wings on many occasions.

Thank you Valsa for posting little bit about you. Today I searched for your first poem. A great inspiration for all to break the chains and do something to get out of gloom and despair. It is true nobody can help us if we are not willing to help ourselves. Great poem!

gee. 'sordid'. It sounds like my life (not) . some favorite lines: Time slouched on in mechanical beats, Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts, Senses shut to every cheery throb of life you DO paint a bleak picture. how many adjectives are in your vocabulary for not nice? ? heartburn and thirst kept you in bed for 4 months? ? ? you should have seen a doctor. sorry i wasn't available. after reading And the heavy weight of lead all around her neck. i felt almost as if i didn't have the energy to finish reading. A captive entrapped within boundless space. ...... exactly! ! ! that's what i've always said to my wives when they say being married to me is a burden difficult to endure, the wives being the “captives”. A week later i have always been served with divorce papers! Valsa, thank goodness you ended this on an upbeat note. now i CAN go out and take a walk on this very windy day, buoyed, not just by the winds, but also by your rapturous(?) success with life and this first(?) of your poems. stay cool, my friend. :) :) :) bri to MyPoemList.

kudos to the lady for the optimist nature and the positive force within that forced her to get up and free from all the tied chains...yes will power is what is needed to spring back to action and that is what is clearly stated. well written Mam

I think this the desire of a prisoner soul who is tired of her body that is responsible for a charmless life. A soul who is desirous of going to sweet home of eternity where her love is waiting for her. The sentimental and emotional soul has created this work of art. But I don't like this pessimism. As long as we live we should enjoy life, a gift of God, as much as the customs and morals allow us to enjoy.

A beautiful description of a lady going through a deep search within, struggling with what she is in and groping for some hope that seems to await her in the distant future. A beautiful write!

You describe her mood with such profound clarity, I can feel her distress that is eating her alive, but suddenly the knowledge that her faith lies in her own hands free's her captive spirit! Superb write!

A deep and thought-provoking write Valsa, great read. Thank you.

The ultimate escape of hers is hoped to be not just the beginning of a disaster in waiting.The distant shores are close to reality and are full of soft sand beds, let us hope. The lady has to be lauded for her final resolution.