"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'.
