“paper journeys” Long lonely childhood days I lounged beneath the mulberry tree, just Thisbee and me, waiting for Pyramus to take us away, I'd play host to Hermes and Zeus, coast wine-dark seas devour siren song, draw Labyrinthian threads through Minotaur’s home, and soar cornflower sky beside Daedalus before my waxen wings would melt; lofty flight cut short by sun and seafoam, left alone in my room, immersed in biblichor, i buried myself beneath thin sheets, knowing only myths’ allure: my escape into fantasy i knew no other hope for awkward me, so dreamed gods and heroes fell for my charms, left heaven itself to save me from earthly woes, protect me from those i could not bear to face. those travels served me well, provided refuge--fiction and facts to complement the lessons of experience: wilder girls braved the unknown; Lois Lane endured without Superman; Nelly Bly broke stories, wrote and made history; the deaf and blind may see farther without the gift of sight; despite millennia, a woman's verse survives in fragments of paper mache, and princesses are heroes too. the old saying rings true: the journey is more important than the destination, though each step needed to be to arrive at now. i needed to grow up to learn saviors exist outside books alone, adventures are not what we await but opportunities we create stepping outside our comfort zone: the heart of each encounter when we brave enough to rescue ourselves.
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*Written for Cuyahoga Library’s Read+Write+Poetry writing prompt for April 2nd, 2021.