Maze
Is there more danger in the open world?
If I hide in this maze…
I feel strong enough to face the compulsion to escape.
And instead stay curious.
Even if I cannot make out the screams.
I will continue to listen confidently.
I can pretend it is my family calling out.
And I can allow myself to feel dazed.
It is as if this maze is breathing.
Letting in a guiding breeze.
Fear becoming more distant.
Imagining those innocent times.
Hesitating at the exit.
And turning back into the maze.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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