Tag Archives: Escape

Escape to the Sun | A Poem


Dissolve into scrolling white sands


Fall upon crystal clear waters


Discover the whispering breeze


Absorb the heat of the midday sun


Captures the moment in one beat.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape

Hell-Fire Caves

Hell-Fire Caves

This week’s Photo Challenge from the Daily Post asked us to share a photograph which, to us, means: Escape

I chose this photograph that I took a few years ago mainly because I love the atmosphere from the image. The shadows, the unknown, the single figure walking into pitch darkness… Escaping.

I like to think it tells a story, maybe the person is Escaping into the shadows, hiding away from the world. Wanting to get away from everything. Allowing themselves to be consumed by the dark. That could also be symbolic of depression.

Maybe the person is trapped in the caves, an unknown terror lurks in the deep. Desperately trying to Escape, but struggling to find a way out. Disorientated and lost. Gripped by panic and fear?

However you wish to look at it, I think it throws up a number of possibilities and that’s what I love about this photograph.

This post is in response to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/photo-challenge-escape

Useful Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellfire_Caves

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Escaping Depression – A Poem

The overwhelming distant dark storm suspended,

Yet waiting, biding its time as it looms and sighs.

A heavy weight it bares, ready to release a downpour,

Of sorrow and regret and doubt.

So I run, yet I look back, ever cautious, but

Is it futile to resist? To try to escape? Or should I stop?

Allow myself to be consumed once again,

Ravaged by darkness and pain.

A strength within me, my heart beats ever stronger,

So I dance and I fly, and I leap up to the sky.

I will not let it catch me, I will follow the sun.

Keep my eyes up ahead, and drift up, on and on.

Escape the darkness for a little longer, and enjoy the view

While I am oh so high, looking down at this happy place,

I should visit more often, with the warmth on my face

And the wind on my back.

I feel calm. I feel happy. I feel safe.


© Matthew T. Aspden

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