I poem my way out of everything.

I disguise all the misery,
euphoria, contempt, and solitude
into the beautiful form
of poetry.

Losing myself
in the world of
twenty-six letters
is my enthralling form of
escapism.

But no matter how many
sonnets, haikus, free-verses
or six-word stories
I do;

I could never

poem my way out of you.



-m.j.a