A metaphorical piece about confinement, silence, and the stubborn act of still writing from within it.
I Live Within a Coffin
I live within a coffin
The walls are closing in
While all the world is laughing
I can’t breathe, I’m giving in
I live within a coffin
The casket doubly staked
Can’t tell anyone I’m sorry
Can’t scream that I’m awake
I pound against the silence
But no one hears the sound
My breath is thin, my spirit caged
Six feet beneath the ground
I live inside a silence
Where even echoes die
Where prayers don’t reach my lips
And hope just makes me cry
I used to love the morning
A dawn that broke night’s curse
But buried in this satin womb
The silence makes it worse
I live within a coffin
But in my head, I write
Scratching truths against the lid
In absence of the light
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.