Based in Boise, Idaho, The word No Has Escaped is a blog by Regan Meade. Her posts explore her life and the world around her through poetry; and to explore the creative mind by encouraging other writers to challenge themselves with writing prompts.

Wait (Revised)

Wait (Revised)


         Or did I dream the whole thing?
                   -David Lehman

Was this really flying?

                   Towards a sky that held no wonder

                           for those who are blind to the ground below?

                                                                                                                                    Is it true?

That there is a wondrous world beyond

         fluffy condensation filled clouds, that no man has seen before?

                                                                                                      There is

                                                                                                                                    it’s glorious!

The light from the sun is everlastingly warm just as

                                      the Fire burns the oldest oak,


When your hearts been fragmented by the one you thought you loved

                                                                                                                                   scars heal.

The clouds are just as conceived almost like cotton candy in texture

         or like the Sherpa throw that laid over the couch at your pa-pa’s place.


                                                                                                                There are others here!


Not once does the sting of loneliness that is unendingly taking over your life

          Just as the plague carved a black ring in soft skin sentimental and stained the lives of many with gore and terrors;

This is almost too good to be real


                                                                                                               I don’t want to leave,


Who is that? Who is calling so casually?

                   Is that my name?

                            No one knows my name here                       


This isn’t right

The feeling of falling is that sinking feeling at the bottom of your stomach

         that makes it jump up into your throat

                   choking you with frog lips and eyes,




                                                                                                 This wasn’t falling


This was pulling

                   this is… this wasn’t what I wanted!

                            I don’t want to go back…

Let me go!


What are you doing? Leave me alone the darkness is something to be avoided

         The tentacles of someone else’s reality grip onto broken wings,9

                  A thief stripping you of what little you have leaving you buck naked on the

                            side of the road with no control over who sees you


Limbs are heavy from the fall and pain spreads throughout the body

         A New Light,

                  Bright and synthetic

                            [So dissimilar to the warmth that swathed around that broken body]        

                                               but blinding all the same

 no comfort at all


                   I’d take blindness over this clammy feeling in my palms,

                                                                                                          why is it wet?


Who are you?

Who are you to thank God?

He has nothing to do with this horrible feeling

         He was not the one pulling me to Hell,

It is your fault!


Why take me from that place?

There was not a second that was wasted

         Not a single moment of pain

                   Relief was rampant through the gold lined gates

I am so tired.

They said I had been sleeping, they said.

I spoke nothing of the warmth and happiness

         My lips were seared shut I was able to feel

for the first time


The anger I was feeling at the loss of such a dream

         Was simmering in the cauldron of witch’s brew,

                   The hands that pulled the happiness from my bones

                            Don’t understand,

I was free

Not one being seemed to see that the pain that was gone has returned

Not one understood that this reality was their dream

         The ripped it from my hands

                   as emotions have been ripped from their souls,


                                                                                                         It wasn’t real.