Waxing Poetic: Escape

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Waxing Poetic: Escape

9/12/2014

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Escape
by Amy M. Schaefer

I have no memory of the time before I was ensnared into the viscous web...
It seems an eternity has passed, while my body tangles deeper into the sticky tendrils that hold me hostage...
In the dark, I see a hundred red eyes, blinking, watching, waiting patiently for the lethargy that will still my thrashing...
My mind echoes of a thousand silent screams and my heart pounds a wild, dangerous rhythm of panic...
The end is close, so close now that fear is clogged inside my throat...
I dare not close my eyes, lest they refuse to reopen...
But I'm so tired, every molecule of me aching for even a moment's respite, a breath of tenuous safety that never comes...
My lids flutter, and I concede, hold still, let them fall, waiting in relieved resignation...
Suddenly, a nudge...and another, harder this time and the bonds are broken, I am free...
At least I think I am free. It's difficult to tell, having never felt the absence of bonds that were fused to my DNA like microscopic leeches...
Up, up, up... I feel the gentle wind carrying me aloft and clear of the dense foliage...
Above me now, nothing but luminous, twinkling stars stretched across an infinite sky...
Below me, nothing but the faint snarls and growls of beasts that tried to consume me...
I have escaped!
And now, I am forever free!

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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