Escape

So how did you escape?

You know, from the world of

loss and less,

from the pit of despond,

that slough of despair.

Did you dig a tunnel?
Claw your way to the sun
as rocks and mud filled
your eyes and ears, 
and roots tangled
your heart and hope.

Can you feel the warmth
of arms holding you,
see fields beckoning above
like rosellas, blazing colour?
Listening to the stream,
loving the light.