Escape

— Poetry Writing —

caught in the weeds

surrounded by ticks and fleas

the clothes ripping at the seams

now solo, no team

scrapes with dirt and no smile that gleams

escape by every means

Then,

remove thorns

replace what is torn

resurrect the confidence that left

resilience must be kept

—

now, don’t repeat

what hurt deep

—

MM

written: April 3, 2026