Escaping one’s demons
Is far easier
With the strength of many
Who can create
A chain link of love
A ladder of compassion
And a compass of hope
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Escaping one’s demons
Is far easier
With the strength of many
Who can create
A chain link of love
A ladder of compassion
And a compass of hope
In the dark
Thoughts are spirals
Of chaos
–
Her personal twister
Traps her mind
Pirouetting through the air
–
Where will it land
–
Anywhere but OZ
–
For this dreaming girl
There is no magic
–
Flying monkeys
And witches
Would be a pleasure ride
–
She will not land
In the Emerald Isle
–
No, this Dorothy
Will not land at all
–
The twister has found
Its prize
To keep
My angel
Locked in a cage
Devil’s comin’
Beware his rage
He’ll steal your
Celestial glow
Pluck each wing
Each feather a blow
But the devil don’t know
What he can’t see
Love surrounds
The angel in thee
He’ll pummel
Till black & blue
But he will not take
Your hope from you
You repress it
Behind your smile it lurks
In the pit of your stomach
It resides
Growing
An irrepressible contagion
Ascending from the bowels
Disappointment
Infuriation prolonged
Now turned to rage
Misguided resentment
Boiling over
Need for an outlet
You struggle to keep it inside
No, it must be released
Released on me
My spirit
And my body
It must be released
It dissipates
Rage released…
B.A. Wilcox © 