ESCAPE

Her golden-laced eyes
fell upon those sacred texts,
written in prayer.
Such words, sound naked
choked on tongue,
exposed like tangled braids
rest neatly tucked
one,
dangling
over
the other.

But she’s the bait,
the hungry carrot
the tease,
Lady Poetry-
seeps through cracks
once sealed.
She weaves her flavor,
salt and spicy hand,
pen or pencil running
savagely
amongst the 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
calm notes like the fountain
or flute, steeps in peace
but the chorus, she says,
Is everywhere!
​The Poetry,
seasoned and sprinkled
her petitions,
drawn colors on canvas
or could it be
how 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 inside,
she just pushes -
​
You -

Out!

Perhaps, that-
is the only reason to escape.

- Tiny Poet, 3.12.18
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