we are all bound in one way or another... you gave us the feeling of entrapment
I love that last verse...we should always keep seeking that thing or person who may be able to save us..
Many seek salvation in someone or something, but I do wonder about the power of the Goddess.
always in a posture of departure...that line really carries the feel of this one for me lisai think we are all looking for that salvationin our own way
Those shackles of limbo, yes so many times we put our hope to the night.
To be held in shackles, never blooming is sad & haunting ~ A great metaphor to use as well ~Grace
Beautiful write Lisa--I so relate!
This is a wonderful poem. I especially love the feet bound by doubt, always departing, and the glorious image of her riding the dark horse under the moon. Wow!
Very succinct and well crafted.ZQ
Boy, I know how that feels!
I like how you show doubt binds feet, a year, a way. Perhaps she herself is the goddess she seeks.
The Goddess always answers a heartfelt call! (Even - or especially? - if, as Susan suggests, it is the Goddess within.)
such true words....'The ransom already paidby the crippled yearsshe binds to memory.'I have paid that ransom.
Such a compelling image.
Breath-taking that last stanza chills! mindlovemisery
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