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To Be Free
Not all of us
Want to be free
Why can't people see
That i choose to be
What fits me?
i am not free
Because i choose
Not to be.
my collar
Is my choice
If i want my freedom
All i have to do is ask.
Please do not try
To set me free
Or convince me
That is what i want.
i am happy and safe
i know where i belong
i choose this life
And i do have control.
In response to the above critique, altho i am sure you have both discussed this anyway, but if his Lady WANTED to walk across the "shards of glass that would injure her feet", and would obtain pleasure from this, why is it so wrong that he should let her, or even ASK her to walk over the glass? Perhaps it is, for some, difficult to understand someone taking pleasure in pain, but i for one understand it more than i've EVER understood anything else about my own life, and in it have found the relief i have sought for... probably EVER.
(i may aswell stay up now to read the rest of your fantastic portfolio, and i don't know if i'm just crude - probably - but i personally would LIKE more detail... not saying the poems i have read here could be improved in any way as they are all so beautifully written, but me being me i think a new one with ALOT of detail would be delightful. That's just me tho, i like alot of detail).
TAAvSM x
And i forgot to say, if pain is her pleasure then surely in it's infliction He is showing His love aswell as His desire to give her pleasure rather than just receiving pleasure for Himself?
TAAvSM x
I acknowledge your viewpoint, but even a poem this beautiful is not convincing. Yes, a woman may wear a collar---which puts her on the level of a pet rather than a companion---and that may be her choice (presumably). But the man who allows such a thing to happen is, in my opinion, nothing much of a man. My Lady might want to walk through the mud, shoeless, and get her stockings dirty; and in that mud there might be shards of glass that would injure her feet and tear her stockings; as her lover, it would be better to divert her choice to something better, rather than allow her to mar her stockings, and possibly her body. This is, perhaps, not a precisely accurate simile, but I think it touches upon the point I am attempting to make . . . with all due respect to your immense talent as a poet.
Starward