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ESCAPE

I used to dream of flying
up, up, up, away
to a land where problems didn’t exist
where all lived in peace and harmony.

Hands raised skyward,
I jumped, flapped legs and arms,
propelled myself higher, higher, higher,
far from bullies, bad teachers,
impossible bosses, noisy neighbors,
trials of a family caregiver.
Surrounded by blue and white,
I looked down on the world, content.

Now, with childhood and husband gone,
my job behind me,
I look at the sky,
no longer wish to go there.
I’ve found my happy place.

This poem has been published on Voxpoetica