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Jul 2017
i.
When I reminisce,
I am reminded why I
mentally escaped.

ii.
My life was a cage.
I used fantasy to dream
of being better.

iii.
Magic, combat, love-
These were the key elements
to my ideal life.

iv.
I wanted to fight,
to wield power, strength, and heart
against any foe.

v.
To be the beauty
worthy of being fought for
was something I craved.


vi.
I wanted to be
the one who inspired men
to be better selves.

vii.
Wizardry I loved.
Bending elements at will
would have been sublime.

viii.
Characters and plots
so much better than my life
were a drug to me.

ix.
Living in my head
was the only way I could
secure happiness.

x.
Nostalgia's a *****-
when I look back I see why
these holes were filled so.


xi.
Growing up is hard.
Looking back on a hard life
can be more painful.
Apparently I was very busy last night.

Home was lonely growing up. There was more than one occasion when I prayed to be transformed, to go back in time, to live as anyone but myself. I'm thankful to live a life devoid of necessary escapism; reminiscing brings such a poignant sorrow.
Hannah Jones
Written by
Hannah Jones  24/F/Memphis
(24/F/Memphis)   
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