'Consciousness Free Be Happy At Last? (Edited) Poem by Margaret Alice

Consciousness Free
Not been able to escape
this wet and miserable day,
reading Stephen O’Brien,
medium extraordinaire
suffering deprivation
is not lifting my mood,
au contraire

I have pens in silver
and gold glittering glue, still
have not found the right place
to use them, this day needs a lift,
something to enhance the spirit;
I fear Monday

not because Mondays
are intrinsically bad,
but because I have never
learnt to discipline my
recalcitrant self when
Mondays isolate me with
an administrative round

Just one Escapist fantasy,
just one more story to take
my thoughts away, my greatest
fear is when I’m isolated in
non-physical existence –
will Escapism be found,
or will consciousness free
be happy at last?