Escape
Loading ...Baring wisdom whispers,
Unvalued time,
A place often too far to reach,
As if happiness were a crime.
When told to do what’s said,
My heart slows it’s pace,
It feels divorced and miles away,
I’m dejected in this place.
A feeling thrust upon me,
It’s anger thaws my mind,
Words that echo more than kin,
And a little less than kind.
Branches wonder north,
And ceilings stunt my growing,
But what if I found a window,
And grew without them knowing?
The Escape by Katalyn Louis Parks, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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This beautiful poem captures the essence of losing one’s truth to others’ perceptions. It seems sometimes we find our authenticity trespassed upon by others’ imposing notions. I love the last two lines of this piece as they show a resolve to find a way to be true to Self.