Frying Pan to Fire and Back too

From another country of the mind

one of Fire perhaps

scorched skin and bone

 back to frying pan

Unanswered calls,sms, mail

Faint excuses wise minds seldom miss

Hush! Swallow your pride

Nah, not just pride, personhood too

When they cant steal

the riches of your mind and heart

They stall your needs, life

Materialistic fancies, human heart a toy

Moult from person to object

Lock out memories, needs, dreams

Friends, promises, ties

Experience good and bad

Slighted to suit certain ends

images flaunt across

watching them I freeze

The struggle to hold to Me

The real Me

That thin blur of a line

 tip toe on the line of control

Noiselessly my heart treads over it

Hoping to ease  noise in the head

 The only weapon grit of mind

The only strength a dead good soul

Frying pan to fire and Back too
Taught ever since a silent grief
smile a societal smile

The struggle to hold to my Dream

And then, to Me

And yet hold the verbal balance

Between Break "away" and "down"
surviving island-living.