A Poem for Escaping

Oct 23, 2020, 03:23 AM
 I take Jade’s body in my arms and close my eyes. There isn’t time to explain, I cry. She falls asleep. We’re swimming in a river. The stream is against every stroke I take. I see her on the bank. She’s waving. She’s trying to paint a stolen sun but the treetops keep getting in the way. “I want to go home!” She complains. I wrap my arms around her waist and pretend to appreciate a blank canvas. “Baby, you’re just getting started. The day hasn’t even broken yet. Home is by the riverside, where you ache to hideout at night is a prison. Be brave. Take what you have created with your own two hands and leave the rest to rot in your stay. Keep the story alive in your head by rewriting it every night and chanting it throughout the day. I’m coming, you’ll say.”

Hang tight babyboy, I’m on my way.