Escape sits
stalled,
waiting,
one small key
an ounce of courage
and off I’d go,
a wake of water
heralding my exit.
Instead,
I retreat –
courage resides elsewhere,
such exhilaration
belongs to youth –
will ponder adventure
another day –
wait,
stall,
escape
into a nap.
(Written for Twenty Four’s: 50 word Thursday. Photo supplied with challenge.)
I felt this one.
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The tolls of age…thanks.
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YEP 🙂
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The calm of sleep, I am there with you.
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Sleepover?!
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Sounds fun!
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Those days come and go, I find staying with the process painful, so of course, avoidance, going for a nap is a momentarily release. But then… what?
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I like this. We do tamp down the adventure as we age, but hopefully the nap will lead to some wild dreaming adventures!
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Those haven’t quieted for sure, lol.
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