TRAPPED POETRY

Too Far Away

Or maybe I’m afraid to lose what I have

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It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.
– excerpt from “Extinctions” by Sharmishtha Mohanty

I am trapped by my desires, a mouse surrounded by spring-loaded death. Yearning for that tempting pumpkin seed. Hoping I’ll escape. Hoping I’ll live to see a path to freedom.

I built my traps. I should own them. I shouldn’t pretend to live in a comfortable gilded cage, surrounded by love and community.

Am I willing to sacrifice what I know for something too far away to see? I should lace up my dusty hiking boots, open the door, and find out.

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