Break Out



Panic throws up her

force field and solidifies

resistance to the truth;

denial hardens her


tortoise-shell exterior.

Her heart has been spared

in this temporary cocoon,

but greenhouse emissions


end up blowing a lot of hot

air, and little else of any

real substance. Her foray

into the real world


can’t be put off forever,

or she will stunt in her

space capsule, grow gangly

in her soul’s quest for


a fruitful life. She hasn’t

yet tasted sun skin to skin,

or roots flying free, or

she would break out.


9 comments on “Break Out

  1. Gallivanta says:

    That’s an intriguing glass house in the photo.

  2. Powerful poem! Her sights are set on the sun, and she’ll reach up with just a bit more growing!

  3. I relate this to us humans!

    • melodylowes says:

      Absolutely! My poetry almost always has more than one meaning – one literal and one a little deeper. I’m glad you catch the points which are hiding a bit! 🙂

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