By Margueritte M. Pitjeng

It was all just a little fairytale

Where life would come with sticks and stones to press me down

I felt alone,

Lost in a whirlwind of emotions and undefined infinities.

I badly needed to escape…but their hold was bloody

What could my escape plan be?

Would people be able to tell stories about me?

About my life?

A complete biography of my true self

I was most certainly drunk with this place,

High on its contents and fables.

My only escape was Christ Jesus…

And I needed this escape

More than I required my own life.

 

 

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