April Poem 2/30: Running from the Maze

I’m not looking for an escape but an embrace. I live in many worlds, sometimes at the same time. It’s enthralling, it’s terrifying. I don’t know how to navigate this mental maze, and it overwhelms me too often. Maybe that’s the problem – trying to run away from the maze when I should be enjoying the twists and turns. I cannot be rid of it all, that is a fool’s expectations. The running is exhausting, so I stop and stop worrying. There is no minotaur after me. That’s the real secret, and one that’s all too easy to forget.


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