The Escape, by Chloe Ford

My mind wanders, chasing itself in endless circles, seeking the answers I need.
My prison sits high in the clouds, miles from solid ground, yet I feel I could be free.
There’s a key, hidden deep within my broken memories, an escape.
Food appears; I eat. I sleep. Seasons pass; I begin to despair.
The answer eludes me still, but I will be caged no longer.
I climb for the window sill and without hesitation, I leap.
Air rushes over me, a familiar feeling?
The ground rushes up to meet me.
Too late; I remember I can fly.


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