ENTERruption of The Bell Jar

ENTERruption of the Bell Jar…

The Bell Jar

Branches from the fig tree 

Simultaneously becoming one 

In her mind 

Will she ever branch off?

Or remain complacent in time?

Ring ring ring…

She awakens from her slumber

Distorted 

From the night of terrors haunting her as she rests 

Rests do not seem to come easily. 

No dreams, just nightmares. 

Especially when she’s forced to battle. 

Her darkened subconscious 

In a society that deems to label

The psyche of a Wombman 

As insubordinate to the stipulations 

Of Wombmen’s societal expectations

Be Pure

Be Innocent 

Be A Good Girl 

Be Submissive 

Be Obedient 

Be everything outside yourself 

Whilst the inside of you gets placed in this bell jar

Of what a wombman should be and present themselves as

Obligations and expectations 

Labels and Jars

Fig trees and branches 

Morals and Standards 

All lead to depression. 

Or should I inform you? 

A deep pressing of one’s soul 

A repression 

Rather repressing what Wombmen had been told 

A Suppression of one’s expression 

That leads to Wombmen deeming their silence gold.

But silence is silver. 

Like the coins from Judas 

In exchange for a piece of his soul 

Psychological battles fought 

Through Psychiatrists

By shock therapy and medication 

Seeking peace

Within a world full of disturbances

Distractions

Extensive doubt and hesitation 

Being the one made to face illusions 

Through your own sight 

Whilst every Wombman around you seems to be third eye-blind 

Accepting fate for fate, instantaneously withering away 

Enduring through silence

Dominance and one’s misplaced aggression 

Losing perception of a destination 

From a world of Wombmen’s oppression 

Nervous system imbalances 

Psychological and societal intrusion 

White noise and padded rooms 

Asylums packed 

With gifted Wombmen 

their intuition 

Being used as experimental 

Do you truly believe it’s coincidental? 

Endure

Be Strong

Be Quiet

Be Compassionate 

Smile  

Be everything but fragile  

Whilst the inside of you is shattering the glass of the bell jar

Stipulations 

Labels and Jars

Fig trees and branches 

Morals and Standards 

Through Sylvia’s locutions of fig trees and Susanne’s eyes on the big screen…

I too, was cast in the same role not of my own accord. 

Playing characters 

Being met with alleged heroes and villains

Monsters in the closet, under your bed or right by your side 

Nonetheless the one’s full of past transgressions in your own head 

Angels and daemons 

Often close enough to look you in your eyes 

Tongues full of disdain and lies  

What’s fact, opinion and one’s fiction?

When the world deems to label us

Put us in a jar placed on a shelf full of feminine restrictions?

Then call us "too masculine" 

A rendition of feminine rebellion

When we've been made to guard, provide and protect ourselves

Causing internal friction  

From such a catastrophic hell we’re forced to live in

But we don’t get to live 

We exist 

Coming and going

Extensive psychological warfare, emotional impairment 

Taught to be a form of endearment 

Quite disturbing 

Her body, but somehow not her choice?

Her voice, but she cannot self-express and articulate?

Her truth, but she has to remain entangled in illusions?

Delusions not of her own choosing

Since her youth

Her authenticity, but someway she becomes fake?

Her essence, but that gets distorted too! She's supposed to dim and dilute...

Her personality mimicked, mocked but never mirrored back at the muse...

Her life, but she’s made to exist outside of it…

Aloof 

Her love, but is she truly meant to give it to everyone but herself?

Her mind, but it’s deemed to be filtered and tampered with!

Her sight, but she’s deemed crazy because she’s not blind? 

Her power, but she’s made powerless?

Her autonomy, but she’s often made not to feel autonomous.

Continuously disrupting 

Systems and patterns 

Expectations and obligations 

Stipulations

Labels and Jars

Fig trees and branches 

Morals and Standards 

In loving memory to those who never made it out of the Bell Jar‼️‼️‼️

The girl interrupted…

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