Sitting at my desk, I look up to see a placard over the door that says “NOT AN EXIT.” But it leads to a room with a sign over its other door that clearly reads “EXIT.” So would it be a “Prelude to an Exit?” Whatever. Today you have another choice to make. Write an EXIT poem. Or Write a NOT AN EXIT poem. Decide if you want to leave a situation or remain in the one you’ve been in.
I’m an introvert.
I feel the need to exit
before I enter.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
I get lost in my words. Every thought leaves me to wax poetic; it is therapeutic. Poetry is an escape that takes me to distant places, to see loving faces, to share traces of myself, to fly a mile high then to land again. To share my heart and soul, to lose control and be verbose, or closerthanthisclose. I go where my words take me. They are an escape, not an exit! © Walter J Wojtanik - 2021