Shackles Of The Unlively Mind

Hi Crystal,
I have pinned this exceptional poem and each time I revisit it I have a feeling that I will get something more from it. Mostly, on the first couple of readings, I get a retrospective image of myself during what with true retrospect I would call my glory years. When the forming of my future by anyone but me rankled so was resisted and yet I had no clue what I wanted to do.
So I spent a decade and a half (at least) as a roadie for half a dozen bands. Yes, with all that that entailed. Glory years just not very clearly remembered.
The other thing I get:
Very often when reading a poem I hear a strain of music in my mind:

In a clearing stands a boxer 
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains.

I think the fighter always remains and that cages are sometimes just perceptions.
Really, really great write.
Nigel

A very epic piece here. Excellent writing

An honest account of how many of us feel at times.

There's a silent rage to this that is really intoxicating. I really like this...thank you.

T