Escape
A branch looming
over the edge
of quick, slick
grains of sand,
held by a being
filled with pity,
sympathy,
empathy,
or guilt.
Kind eyes, deceptively so,
gilded branch, enticingly so,
but the distrust and hostility
of the quicksand is
gripping,
controlling,
lying,
destroying,
devastating.
Always impossible to tell
exactly their intentions,
but there is no other branch,
no other exit,
no other escape,
no other way.
Am I trapped here?
Or do I grab ahold
of that gilded branch,
that little light of hope,
praying it won't
be ripped from me
as it once was
way back when?
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Poetry[ONGOING] A poetry book about self-worth, toxicity, finding yourself stuck in harmful situations, and finding the strength to get yourself out of them with a little bit of help. »»---- ✦ ----«« ➳Started: 11/12/2021 ➳Finished: TBD