Escape

Location

The paper is my portal 

And the pen, my magic.

I don't live to write,

I write to live.

Because reality can be

Too much to handle,

And the truth

Too much to bare.

I write to surrender my soul

To the submissive realm

Of the imaginary. 

It makes a reality, only true to you, 

Available to all others.

Through poetry, 

People are entertained,

People are saved,

People are given a path

In which they can escape. 

Even if only for a moment.

That is why I write. 

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