in a cave where light cannot be
a winding maze of multiple ways to escape the dearth
tiny furry creatures, they follow me
the rats, they know my worth
the rats, they shout "we'll show you the way out!"
further in the labyrinth we route,
deeper until the exit is found
a hopeful door in a place of doubt
the handle is rusted, but turns without a sound
i push the door open and see what's around
and ask my rodent friends to join me above ground
but as i look the rats turn to dust
from the labyrinth comes a ghastly gust
and forward into an alien world i am thrust
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rats follow me
Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...