Escape Poem by Fie KroC

Escaping in creativity, trying to subdue other feelings,
forget the sickness, down with the sickness.
In my mind, in my fantasy I can be who I want to be.
I can be what I want to be.

I can be an eagle flying high across the sky, looking down at the small people. I can be the mighty waves in the ocean or just be me.
But sometimes it’s useful to escape, see the world in different colors. The distrust to the world needs to be washed away sometimes.
The world can be so undyed, it’s hard to exhale, to escape.
So I need to dream away sometimes…