The Escape Poem by Dahlia Fujiwara

The Escape



her eyes were pools of fervent longing
searching through the fog of mundaneness
searching for adventure, danger anything but
commonplace

his eyes were fire crackling and spitting
filled with desire for something real
to pull him out of the depths of
darkness born of monotony

the path had long since been there
though it was strewn with weeds
thorny vines that threatened to prick and pierce
the flesh of those who ever dared
to wander

her pulse was lightening slicing through her veins
as her bare feet braved the thorny path
as blood dripped and fell staining the earth
she pressed on not to be deterred
not to be torn backward into the abyss
of commonplace

he moved at a near feverish pace
nearly running as the thorns bit
trying to dissuade him from the long
untrodden path
he ventured on defiant as flame licking
virtual darkness
he could not return to the shackles of
monotony

at last the path had ended
and she threw herself upon the hill
the oppression vanquished
and invigoration playing along the
marrow of her bones
she had escaped
commonplace

at last she got to her feet
her eyes they saw him there
standing like hope made solid flesh
and she had found him

he stood upon the hill
his eyes saw her there
like an angel of mercy
who's wings could beat away
the dreary monotony
of the everyday and
commonplace

their hands clasped like
sun and moon
earth and sky

and as the sun slid down the
technicolor horizon

she knew she had found adventure
she had found danger though the path
was perilous

he held her hand tighter
like bark hugs a tree
he knew he had found something real

and together they escaped the mundaneness
the monotony

the commonplace

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