The Poetry Corner featuring Fayette Bruun

Good morning and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner. 🙂

Free by Fayette Bruun

I feel like a fatted veal calf
Suddenly free of her tethers.

For years, she has laid back
Resigned to a fate
Brought on by her weakness.
Every day she has chewed idly
Gnawing away at the cords that bind her
Never dreaming
That one day
One day…
They might break
That she might break them.

Until that day, when she sees it
That day when she feels it
That day when she knows it…
That the weakness she held
Wrapped around her soul
Clutched tight to her bosom
And accepted as a personal flaw
Was not hers
Was never hers
But in fact
Something thrust upon her
Something forced upon her
Something she choked upon day after day
Until at last
She swallowed it into herself.

On that day, though
She chewed harder
She breathed bellows
Venting anger
Scenting the air for wisps
Of that sweet, forbidden freedom
Somewhere outside her pen.
She chewed
And chewed
Until at last
She bit down hard
And ground her teeth
On the last dust
Of her oppressors.

She stood
Upon shaky legs
Took steps
That sent her world
She stumbled
But got back up
And continued on
Opened her gate
To gaze upon freedom
For the first time.

What she saw
Terrified her.
For those
Who had once caged her
Stared back
Littering her path
Jeering mockingly
So certain
She would stumble again
And they’d have her.

But beyond them was light
Beyond them were fields
Beyond them was hope
Beyond them was freedom.
Fresh and wide and open
Ready to embrace her
Beckoning her on.

She trembled for a moment
But stood tall
Stretched her legs
Straightened her spine
Twitched her tail
And kept her eyes on the horizon.

All around her
The men laughed
Daring her to fail.
But still…
She faced forward…
And ran.

Awesome poem, Fayette! Thank you for sharing. 🙂

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About CP Bialois

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it's only fair to say that CP Bialois isn't my real name. It's a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I'm just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves. For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them. I'd write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I'd just daydream about what I'd see myself as the hero of course. You can't have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It's just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick. As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I'd read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics. I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading "the cat fell down" really didn't interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we'd go out he'd always spring for a couple of comic books for me. While it wasn't exactly the perfect beginning everything I've ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I'd like to share some of the ideas I've had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they're always fun to write and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.
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2 Responses to The Poetry Corner featuring Fayette Bruun

  1. Faye says:

    Thank you! 🙂

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