My escape used to be the liquor.
Adderall and beer by the pitcher.
Every emotion was all bottled up,
until I turned a beer glass or bottle up.
Emotions buried down inside.
Feeling imaginary eyes.
Feeling shame and despised.
Until I found my escape.
It’s the art that I create.
Photography and creative writing.
Beauty of the world, and all it’s surroundings.
I’m high without all the trappings.
No side effects or mood swings.
It takes me to a far off place,
whenever I enter through that gate.
Never would have made without
supernatural saving grace.
Sometimes I just fall on my face.
Thankful without the words to convey.
Sometimes writing is the
only way to say what I need to say.
For a time I didn’t write.
Inspiration lost in a pool of depression.
My finances and career all in a ruin.
Ending my life was a daily question.
But now when I feel the weight of this heavy world,
and am subjected to all the evil,
selfish people, and hidden agendas,
backstabbers and all the weasels,
I close my eyes and instead see visions,
of beauty in the world that I want to capture
expressing what I see and lifting people up,
their souls caught up in a rapture.
Blessed with more than enough.
Loved so much, and everyone filled up,
until their cup runneth over,
and it falls like a waterfall.
Love is the sweetest escape of all,
so I run hard, and I chase it daily.
I just might catch up to maybe.
But nowadays it’s so elusive.
This I write to you is my exclusive.
A gift I pray that is conducive
to blessing those who have struggled like I have,
and provides a door to escape with.