My Room (poem) by Bobbi Ann Duffy on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on February 14, 2006

break out Bobbi, nothing to do but do it. things are never as bad as they seem. great reflective poem

Reviewed on February 13, 2006

Stay where you are, nothing is all that wonderful outside...but if you must leave your room, try a few Xanax, nothing outside will then matter...Ed

Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran

Reviewed on February 13, 2006

i know this all too well, great write!

Reviewed by J. Pajot

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

I can also relate, as my home is my sanctuary...the one place I can make the world make sense...well expressed and moving...

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Oh how can I relate to a certain point to this one!!

Don't have the phobia but surely prefer the calmness I feel being in my PC room!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Must be horrible to live like this. Your ending provides the light of hope.

Love & Light,
Joseph

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Yes Bobbi it is sometimes better to hide ourselfs away for a little while in the comfort of a safe spot to regroup gain strength and then be able to tackle the world around us all new. NIce descriptive verse.

Felix

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

you captured the essence of this sad condition ... brilliant piece!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

This is a sad phobia, I used to counsel someone with it! You describe it well Bobbi! Great message/poem!

Eileen^

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

A very sad 'story', but wonderful penned. Often it seems as if the only place safe is a hideout, a prison that keeps the world out.
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

I meet a lady that was scared of her own shadow. It was only after I had been talking to another person that I discovered she had this fear and that I was fortunte that she would allow me into her space. Sad when this happens. Great write.

Reviewed by rite

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

This world is a place of fear and pain. I used to respond to it in quite a different way. The only way to escape the dark is by surrendering to the Light. This process in my case involved reading more than a rather large bookshelf can contain, casting away any limit created by the ignorant mind of man, not wasting any time on pondering the insolvability of paradox (that stem from the same mind) and a relentless quest for the truth. Yet this was not enough to escape; the Light dragged me out after watching me unsuccessfully struggle for decades. Now this world is still saturated with pain, but the fear has gone. Take care,

RAge

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

A living hell is what that has to be. Reminds me of the show "Monk," where he had a brothher who was even worse off that he was. Good poem.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

Bobbi,

I can't imagine not being able to leave the home, because of fear. You capture the duplicity of agorophobia well: the wanting to escape the four walls of your "prison" but the uncertainty of leaving the safety of four walls. BRILLIANT work!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on February 10, 2006

This is fantastic. Please can I use it in Country Canvas magazine next week.

Hugs, Trish