getaway

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"For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'"

- John Greenleaf Whittier

this day started off well and then turned sour, so i'm in an extremely bad mood. it's very hard to put into coherent words what i'm going through but it has a lot to do with college,choices, decisions, freedom and shelter, growing up and holding back. so i decided to write a poem about it without really being about it. because that's what writers do with their feelings. go figure.

getaway

sometimes i wish i was like Harold and had a purple crayon

i'd draw a sailboat, shiny blue

then i'd draw an ocean too and

dive dive dive

until what was up is down

and the sea is my ceiling

the sky is my floor

i'd talk to coral, fish and weeds

and blow bubbles when i didn't want to listen anymore

i'd sketch a wind so breezy free

that'd shake the earth and uproot trees

and funnel dirt and flowers

so they'd dance together

then i'd draw a hole and let the ocean all dry up

tuck it away in my pocket for a sunny day

i'd be the master of my purple crayon

i came, i saw, i wandered

i'd never share or trade it

nothing in that crayon box is ever worth

my special power

the freedom that is mine

so i place my crayon behind my ear

so i never forget it

feel it nestled against my skin

then sit down

and sigh