Transformation

August 12, 2012

Can I be whole? Can I be new? Can I be the caterpillar as it renews Can I fly away? On tattered wings Or remained trapped in this misery Can the sun burn my flesh? Can it renew my youth? Can I be alive or shall I die Can I revive what was stolen inside? Will I laugh and love Or remain a tattered dying dove Caught in the thicket And the brigade of lies That’s the poison that lives inside It makes me cringe as I attempt to survive You beat me down Destroyed my pride You raped me and still call me lover, son, Friend- You watched as I was stripped bare Humiliated as everyone stared Oh father of my brother Do you even care? Oh mother foolish woman for love You have died from inside of me There is no recovery for our misery- For giving me to the desires of men- There is no forgiveness Only death can set me free from the misery You all created in me. Photo: Ink my Skin, Azarel

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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Comments (2)

wordiotterJun 26, 2013

<p>BEAUTIFUL. POWERFUL. FORCEFUL.</p>

jwienerAug 13, 2012

Opening this poem with a bunch of questions was a great idea, because it lets the reader understand your confusion and hesitation right away, allowing them to fully go along with you on the journey and be a part of your story.