Feet settled on still ground.
Apparently I’m glad
That I’m still around.
Visions of a beautiful future
Were once what kept me afloat.
It wasn’t until hope’s lantern was abandoned
That I found the past is hard to tote.
I unpacked my bags,
For all the world to see.
And I left them to float in a digital sea.
Becoming myself, unmasked.
Changing my inner landscape,
Instead of seeking astral escape.
I never bought into the screens.
I played imagination the old-fashioned way.
Before it was captured
By someone in it for pay.
They capture imagination,
And help yours run away.
Brigid Faye, Reader 