A poem written about naming that negative “Part” that rips your self-confidence and makes hope and self-belief a risky business. Once the parts are named, you can either love them into less destruction, or you can learn how to gag them, turn down their volume, or remove the dagger from their hand.
Please see below a reading of “Popping Corn” on YouTube, set to music and pictures. The full poem is below.
Popping Corn
Sometimes
Hope
Seems like a tightened rope,
that could take you across a gorge
or dash your tired body
across deserted rocks
below.
Today, a
popping corn of excitement
seeks to grow
in the sweet heat
of a volition ungoverned
by my Admonishing
Voice.
Hers the voice that says:
“Be careful,
You’ll be disappointed.
You will be let down.
They couldn’t do it,
as you won’t either.”
Her voice has a
sickly, soft thread,
that belies
a claim of protecting me.
“Embrace your addictions magnanimously”
says she.
“Failure is inevitable,
dear, sweet HanJan,
and I know your capabilities best”.
Her hand is friend to
a dripping dagger,
so subtle
you don’t notice
she has cut the bridge
until you experience yet another fall.
I will gag you
Mother Gothel
And pierce the blade
To your blackened breast.
Your soothing sounds
And soft hands
Bely a murderous intention
that thwarts the best of me.
For Hope builds the bridge
To freedom.
Self-belief authors achievement only.
And risking trust in others,
Allows popping corn possibility,
To burst to life
Within us all.
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