My Flight From Danger Was A Failure To Escape

I lingered in the long day

waiting for the sun

in the shallow of spring.

Time alone

was coming to a close.

My gaze was slowly turning

toward home.

A sudden summoning

startled me awake.

A withering of hope

left no room for fine lines.

Reluctant as a child

I dragged my feet,

trailing my skipping rope behind.

I joined the dance

of hurry up and wait.

A persistent calculation

in this long game of chess.

The tedium required

a hot determination.

I greased a palm

and cut the tape.

Returning to an altered land

that holds an echo

of memory of my home,

I retreat to my house.

My flight from danger

was a failure to escape.

For the present moment

the drought of my spirit

was quenched by my wandering.

I am mired

in a shared swamp

of vulnerability.

The churning of my mind

seeks a story underneath

the illusion of the facts.

Does the mother seek revenge;

in a purifying wave

sent to cleanse the debris?

The ultimate rejection.

Is there a penance

to offer?

Compensation

that would suffice?

I cease to push

for inner understanding.

Sink into silence.

I pause my life

and let my ego leave the scene;

go rogue

and let the silence breathe.

Presented with

a room of clues

I’m squeezed between

two points of interruption.

The darkness sinks me.

I collect the marbles

of my mind

and tuck them in their box.

With ritual I begin

the opening of my heart.

as purple rain leaks

from the safety valve.

I slip my cape:

sidestep my thoughts of fear:

search for the portal of hope.

A sliver pushes through

the darkness of the earth.

Unfurling in the fullness of the sun.

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This story also appears on Medium by Tree Langdon, the author.