Begin Again (poem) by Ruan Mills on AuthorsDen

Begin Again
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Monday, June 1, 2015 Rated "G" by the Author.

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She won’t heed the people who think they know her She won’t let their blinkered views dampen her dreams She’s lost, and she’s lost, then she lost again Each one, a bigger blow than the last, it seems Each tearing a greater hole, where her heart used to be Until her distant dreams were all she could see. She’ll not listen to what her adversaries think She’ll not let their judgements cause her to squirm They’ve bound, and they’ve ground, and they’ve devastated Diminished her fragile resolve to stand firm Laying waste to all that she attempted to see Until those distant dreams were all she could be Treacherous people stripped her of all faith Who should she be, after the deaths of those she loved? So many voices share their blinkered opinions But none who’ll consider ‘life’ in her shoe and glove Why must they meddle and not let her be? Must decline toxic input and set herself free Short, sharp and hard, she must rally her point With her spirit now crushed and all hope dressed in grey ‘Don’t waste your time – I am not who you think I’ll gather what’s mine and go far, far away Where I can, at last, simply dream to be me And know how it feels when I can dream to be free.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on June 5, 2015

I was swept away by the depth and beauty of this poem.
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on June 3, 2015

...your poem introduces a sense of gripping excitement and almost a deadline into the narrative to act...and bring back the substance that lays between a dream and reality of life...Thank you Ruan, for sharing your poem.

Reviewed by lois christensen

Reviewed on June 2, 2015

This is so sad, but so like my life too, i can relate, right now, I've accepted it's to be only me in life now. Hard to do but hadto let go.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Harsh and real but that is the best kind of poetry, Ruan. Most meaningful. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

A shattering revelation. I certainly hope that it is literary muse and not reality. I'm so looking forward to the continuation of your book in stories.

Ron

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

We have wasted our time by not listening to ourselves
for we know who we are and what we want,(dreams.) Always
enjoy whatever you pen, Ruan!

Always,

Deborah

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

We must all continue to 'dream to be me; and dream to be free'

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

You seem to be relating a tale here of many others, including yourself...? Hope things brighten up for "her" & "she" can get on with living...-e-

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on June 1, 2015

"Something to do, someone to love, something to look forward to" seem to be the essentials to a life worth living. Said by someone wiser than me. You've captured two of the three elements in this stirring poem.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

How did you get to know me so well??

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

As your words so adroitly proclaim, to be where one can dream to be free is all many have as their hope. With so many institutions and individuals telling us how to be, what to be, and why we should be whatever, it is the free spirit of this poems narrative that is most important. Well penned. Good to read you again.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Sadness within this poem, Ruan, but a strong, gritty image of her shows through. The last four lines, is something positive and should be done right away . . .