Escape

Some­times a roar­ing curse
some­times a hushed threat
Trapped with­in you
were many doubts and hurts
Do not close your eyes like a fright­ened bird
Look at the scars
dark indi­go
in colour
Do not shut your ears
to the cacoph­o­ny of voic­es
all yam­mer­ing togeth­er
Do not roam at the fringes
of high alti­tude day dream­ing
On your descend you will meet
The huge reser­voirs
of salt to acid
which after con­tin­u­ous­ly flow­ing from eyes
have burned
even the last grains
of hope
For­bid­den was the pro­lif­er­a­tion
Slow and ago­niz­ing will be detox­i­fi­ca­tion
Stop beach-comb­ing to find
when it was the last you smiled
Greet the wait­ing astral diplo­mats
to accom­pa­ny you on your voy­age.

Orig­i­nal Image: Walk­ing the Fish by Chris­t­ian Schlo­ev­ery