ESCAPE

Her eyes fell a gaze
upon those sacred texts
written in prayer.
Such words sound naked,
choked on tongue,
exposed,
like tangled braids
resting neatly tucked
under one dangling,
over the other.
But she’s the bait,
the carrot,
the tease.

Lady Poetry-
seeps through the cracks,
weaving Her favor
by salt and spicy hand.
Pen or pencil,
running amongst chatter,
violently,
through torrent seas-
She’s the push and pull,
the pain and preservation
but she is free,
unrestrained by the words-

Her voice,
hidden inside the calm
like the fountain or flute
steeps in peace
but the chorus she says,
is everywhere!
The Poetry,
seasoned and sprinkled.
Her petitions draw colors
on canvas.
Or could it be,
how the sight and senses
are stitched and sealed
in the soul?

You-
Conjure the muse
You-
Call upon the demons
You-
Rise from inner depths
You-
Fight for the Right to Exist!
You-
Summon forth yourself!
On paper, in person,
in protest!
The creator just pushes,
You-
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Out!

Perhaps, that-
is the only reason to escape.
- Tiny Poet, Escape, 3.12.18
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