The great escape, whatever shape or form it takes.
Some day soon I will take the high road
The blue sky will be my cover
Ripped and torn green valleys below
Filled with whitethorn and birdsong
I can see those below in daily toil
Follow the path, neither left nor right
Walking straight into the far horizon
In thin air, in view of the waiting life
Living in promises and the past denied
Brought here seeking to meet the sky
Leaving their life behind in the past
Within the net they have always cast
Stoic Poetry
I Write Her 
Great piece and I liked the artwork that accompanied the piece. Sometimes I just wish I could draw more than a stick person. It adds so much to a well written piece. Thanks Susi, hugs, Joni
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Enjoyed the poem and the sketch was interesting!
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Poetry that’s stoic
May not seem heroic
But it’s just as artistic
And so justly realistic.
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feel fuck
cos i am so outta luck
lmao
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