One word, Raw. Just for added kicks and sweet pleasure, I’ll describe my read using another word, Uncensored.
The Corridors of my Mind is a collection of poems. As the writer unfolds before us using words, lines and stanzas to express herself, her experiences, her truth, the reader has no choice but to sit and listen. Listen to the cries of a broken woman, a victim who finds her way. We see her transforming from victim to victor, seeing her scars and bruises as battle scars.
She extends a hand and takes us into the confines of her mind. Not afraid to reveal its dark content. Tired of suppressing her truth she writes, again and again. Creating poem after poem. And all you can do is listen. Frozen in time reading and absorbing each and every line.
You can’t afford to harden your heart and pretend to be oblivious to her pain. So the read continues. From where you stand it is impossible to reach out and mend her hurting soul. Instead you lend an ear, or two and allow her to express herself.
When she’s done, she finds herself empty. Having given us every gory detail, every life changing experience, there is nothing more to give.
Take the journey into the writer’s mind. Fall in love, fall in hate, and fall in desire. Don’t hesitate, a good read awaits you. Happy reading!
-Chantol Aspinall.
The Corridors of my Mind is a collection of poems. As the writer unfolds before us using words, lines and stanzas to express herself, her experiences, her truth, the reader has no choice but to sit and listen. Listen to the cries of a broken woman, a victim who finds her way. We see her transforming from victim to victor, seeing her scars and bruises as battle scars.
She extends a hand and takes us into the confines of her mind. Not afraid to reveal its dark content. Tired of suppressing her truth she writes, again and again. Creating poem after poem. And all you can do is listen. Frozen in time reading and absorbing each and every line.
You can’t afford to harden your heart and pretend to be oblivious to her pain. So the read continues. From where you stand it is impossible to reach out and mend her hurting soul. Instead you lend an ear, or two and allow her to express herself.
When she’s done, she finds herself empty. Having given us every gory detail, every life changing experience, there is nothing more to give.
Take the journey into the writer’s mind. Fall in love, fall in hate, and fall in desire. Don’t hesitate, a good read awaits you. Happy reading!
-Chantol Aspinall.
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