The Great Escape

Some days
some moments—
(this day
this moment)
I am sober—
I am usually
so sober
I am
imploding
silently—
have imploded
silently
for so long
I can’t make it
anymore
to that ledge—
to that edge
I know
is out there—
if only I could
climb back
to that ledge—
to that edge
I could peek over
and see
how far
I’ve managed
to crawl—
what progress
I have made—
it might make me
want to stay
right where I am
instead of
trying to escape
this room
with its
goddamn door
wide open.

DeMaris Gaunt
10-19-15

Photo Credit:
Allan Baxter

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