Do you ever get the urge
The pull
Deep in your core, to just escape?
Put everything down in your hands
Empty out your living spaces
And run.
Walk across the cut path and step over broken twigs vines and branches
No heading, just knowing
You need to get to the heart of the jungle.
Do you ever wonder
exactly how much you would save
If everything you thought you loved crumbled to burnt ashes
Do you ever ask your self, your true self
Who you are
What you are
At your very centre
Before the world moulded you, shaped and formed you
Into a thing of submission, distraction
A thing without any sense of life’s true art.
If this is all you wonder, don’t worry
There are rebels out there that exist in isolation
Desperate to crumble away the restrictive plaster casts
Peel off all titles and labels and become living art that would rival the prettiest paintings.
We are out here, we exist
Like small sand islands in an expansive ocean
Refusing to let the tide wash over us;
The survivors.
We will find each other soon.
Dani Sophia
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