"Reply of the Zaporozhian cossacks.." by Ilya Repin 1880-1891
”…maybe you also fantasize about
power, escape…”
E. Rinaldi
How you fantasized
to escape
while comfy
in mom’s embraces
milk,
pillow,
warmth,
no foreign invasion,
school,
books,
schoolmates,
teachers,
people
at neighbor gates,
games of
Cossacks & Robbers
first efforts
to resist
and take over.
Illusion of paradise -
forever...
power?
why?
you’re safe
under the
parents’ guise.
Just later
the twig gets thinner,
a voice - not so strong,-
quivers,
songs - broken,
grace walks alone,
a passion flips over
into hatred's clone…
Out of comfort zone
we zoom in
the struggles,
misfortunes,
comprehend the pain,
on illusion’ ashes
we confess
a self-disdain.
Hopefully, those days of misery
will pass as a lesson,
introduced to us
'a compassion'.
The fantasy of there being an escape doesn’t change, even when lulled by illusions of paradise..
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Escape from the daily grind, be nice if such a fantasy came true. But then what would one do?
ReplyDeleteoy, i think that life was easier back then...more innocent...
ReplyDeletea world ruled by compassion...or even having one realize
and see...that might be escape enough....
if difficult times stir compassion in someone instead of hate it is wonderful...
ReplyDeleteCompassion seems so hard to find in the world...but it is there...even amongst us xo
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