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Escape My Reality


This world I was born into- torture- yet- serene Growing the habit- focusing on the melancholy Overwhelmed by the reality- soon to come- I'm afraid Lost to my own lectures of despair- why do I belittle myself? Lost I was- Lost in my own shadow Cold- dark- lonely Then the light came- the pen- the paper- my mind I found- easing of my sorrow Close my eyes- embracing the warmth- desire- earnest I sleep and wake with this body- the imagination- interminable The light that save me- self-evident on papers Words- the euphoria of my wings to spread- I'm free This... is my freedom- the escape of my world The bird in the cage- has escaped This sensation- I found my gratitude- savior If ever Despair or Entropy ravish me- I know to escape The Savior- The Light- My mind- is my asylum Diminishing my lack- of- self Stabilizing- my heart- my soul The arts- a gateway for my world.
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Nicole Nieto-Velasquez

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Nicole Nieto-Velasquez
I find poetry an excellent art to escape your struggles. I would explode to tears, but now writing and drawing is what puts me at ease. After that, I would soon forget or the struggle is more tolerable because of the arts.

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