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Escape
 
under a blanket of hot air
eyes close
picture far away places
just moments before a racing heart
will remove you from this space
you've received everything you ever asked for
a deep breath of contentment
is exhaled
'at least I had one last moment with them'
there is no chill from poorly caulked windows
your face runs flush
and muster one last smile for all of us
gathered around for what was to be a celebration
I hold firmly this last glimpse
as I escape
 
 
 
Relent
 
this soil is soaked deep
penetrated over and over
by pounding storms
relentless waves of power
there is no resistance
turn away and take your punishment
as harsh wind carries over your surface
try to block these elements with whatever is near
you are covered in wet
in white
relent to all you can't control
and pray for the sun to come
and melt this pain away
 
 
 
The Search Goes On
 
it's time again
to close your eyes
and picture everything you desire
make that mental list
and find what you need
to carry on
I know it's hard
it's never been easy for me
everything clear cut
usually has an edge that catches you
when you least expect it
but when you've lost your way
picture everything better than what you see
surrounding you
run for the door
and run like hell
down the road
and to the summit you can only find
before the light blinds you
and leaves you
with nothing but unanswered questions
like me
like so many 
 




Tanya Ranta was born in Ontario in 1971. She moved to the U.S. as a small child and has remained ever since. During the day, she molds impressionable, young minds. At the rest of life's moments, she writes and writes. She has two sisters: Claire (32) and Delaney (30). Tanya's poems have been featured in print in The Writer's Newsletter, and online at One More Page Of Insincerity Please, Children, Churches and Daddies, True Poet Magazine and Three Cup Morning.





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