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    The Labyrinth Within
    The Labyrinth Within
    The Labyrinth Within
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    The Labyrinth Within

    By Anita Carter

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    This collection of poetry is for those who have loved— for truth seekers. For the ones who have sought to find harmony. For those who have questioned life's pathways. "The Labyrinth Within" is a journey in search of peace and balance amidst the obstacles that life often presents. Raw and intense yet delicate, these poems provoke the mind and will resonate with many.

    Anita Carter weaves imagination and reality together to create beautiful poems full of emotion, honesty, and inspiration. This is a moving collection of poems mined from the struggles we all face in our lives.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateOct 28, 2020
    ISBN9781735453705
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      The Labyrinth Within - Anita Carter

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      Can You Hear the Voice

      The silence is deafening in the reverberating ripples of my soul.

      I watch every moment

      With patient eyes…

      Hopeful.

      Every minute of soundlessness sends me further into insecurity’s embrace.

      I drown the monotony of non-tones

      With beats and words from the energies of griots.

      Yet still, my own thoughts

      Raise their decibels to come in

      Loud and Clear

      Delusions’ ideas always were able to attain space in my head though—

      Images rush forth to the frontal lobe of my head like

      Floods in close quarters,

      What ifs take over my neurotransmitters, causing them to misfire.

      Indifference is a crack in the glass globe we spin inside.

      Miscommunication of feelings

      Masks their true identity.

      I have stared so many times into the same brown eyes

      That dilation stopped its departure and remains ever apparent

      While each blood vessel has its own story to tell

      Dreaming of reflection like the light that passes through the trees

      Illuminating their beauty

      With unmoving hands of time

      Wishing I could be the gold sun rays atop a sea that sways slow.

      I am missing the presence of stillness

      Where truth reveals itself in simplistic terms

      And where hindrances are lifted away

      Even those of my own control

      The silence silences me

      Except now

      I listen.

      Boxes

      Condescending tones whisper repeatedly inside of shadows

      As I walk backward in my mind

      Like records stuck on rewind and playback;

      Scenes replay their emotion charged contents in front of screens

      Around me.

      Funny how

      One incident rehashes memories long forgotten

      From pages unturned in years.

      Amazing how

      Arrogance consumes the minds of people,

      Even your brothers, even your sisters

      Especially those you saw had no physical ties to you.

      The taste of yesterday seems bitter when

      Blasphemous bodies brew broken beliefs belligerently,

      No matter how bright the sun shines the truth.

      The truth.

      What becomes of our truth when

      Lies and stubborn attitudes surround us?

      Tolerance wears thin like melting ice

      As thoughts now manifest into physical words,

      Curbing the harshness of ideas.

      By adding comical commentary in between is like

      Shaving off the corners of a square

      So that it will fit into a circle.

      Don’t let me fit into that circle, please,

      Lest I forget who it is I am.

      Not this body,

      Not this physical temple,

      Not these emotions,

      Not even this knowledge.

      I simply am;

      What lies beneath the unheeded silent sounds

      Sang sweetly saves sanity

      From crossing that thin line,

      From going in and out of the box most exist within…

      That box of conformity.…

      Conformity, you place your hold on me

      But… I… Will… Break… Free.

      Revolutions

      Breath pushed me down

      As salty droplets welled up

      In the ducts

      Of my eyes’ wading pools.

      Melancholy, why’d you grasp my heart?

      Strum its strings,

      Play those distressing chords

      That vibrated throughout

      The elements in my temple.

      I couldn’t seem to get that music to stop

      Spinning;

      Get all those blues

      To stop floating

      Through the air

      Around me,

      Into me.

      The grooves of that record have been embedded

      So deep

      From repetition,

      From constantly falling into the

      Redundant Circular Revolution

      Redundant Circular Revolution

      Redundant Circular Revolution…

      Locking me up inside this mystic misery

      Where disillusionment begins at a snail’s pace,

      Moves to a baby’s crawl,

      Then finally engulfs you in its snare

      Before you even think to retreat

      While this blind world watches

      And offers only further judgement and condemnation,

      And you’re forced to either sink inside the illusory quicksand,

      Drown in the ocean of tears you’ve cried

      From the pain you’re feeling,

      Or find some bit of strength

      And hold on like that was your last breath,

      The only breath you had to conserve.

      I’m pursing my lips, trying to allow for only a tiny gap to exist,

      So that the smallest quantity of air will pass through it

      While my heart beats

      Way past its target rate

      And the sweat pours down my overheated flesh,

      But I’ve only got a few inhales and exhales left to take

      While I’m moving through this

      Extreme Emotional Excursion

      Bracing onto the spirit within me

      That sends me seeds of perseverance and self-love

      To keep me inspired,

      That keeps me moving through life’s bitter fields and sweet pastures.

      I’m searching for a place where I will find

      The absence of my misery completely,

      Where depressive notes won’t return

      Like the haunting memories of a shattered past to the abused.

      Yet, my mind holds onto images

      In pockets of cellular memory,

      Recalling it back to the conscious fronts whenever

      Issues from yesterday resurface once again.

      I am searching for that plateau,

      That time,

      Space,

      And continuum,

      That eternal resting space

      Where I will no longer have to experience

      The weighted pressure of

      Breath pushing me down

      Inside my temple,

      Of salty droplets

      Welling up in the wading pools

      Of my eyes.

      The only thing I can do is

      Focus my mind’s eye upon seeds of change,

      That one day, the door upon which I knock

      Will open and I will find

      All the answers

      To the questions

      That revolve inside me,

      Transform the grooves of that record embedded so deep

      From repetition

      And stop falling into the

      Redundant Circular Revolution

      Of Melancholy’s Grasp.

      Amorous Rotation

      Another new beginning

      Reminiscent of fragmented memories

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