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
Slippery performed and my eight-year-old heart applauded cheered when he escaped, mourned the capture, prayed for flight’s courage but survival skills eluded – was certain
Aging, I am and disabled, unreliability trending Escape is proposed my oozing scars beg a stand discover determination This slumbering has become impulsive need discipline
Cruising fills my fantasies – reveling in life, loved ones in tow, prideful, excited – sailing past Mecca, places of service, relinquishing embellishments, fully alive!