"The Hostage" by Erika Guillory Page

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"The Hostage" by Erika Guillory Page

5,565.00

Oil and cold wax on birch panel

48.5 x 38.25

FROM THE ARTIST:

It begins in a kitchen -
Or corner, a hall.
Arms posted like road blocks
Breath heavy as fog.

Eyes hunt for escape
Curses fly, knuckles white.
Steel twinkles and click clacks
Books piled so very high.

Hostage in the cryptic cage
Put down your guns,
Put down your pain.

Stories silenced and truths untold
Zipped up in a crocodile purse.
Labels
Perceptions... ideals on a wall
Living in those spaces becomes the curse.

Never thought I'd see me there
A slave to myself
Two degree shift please come on over,
Sky fall
I need some help.

Hostage in the cryptic cage
Put down your guns,
Put down your pain.

Can't undo what has been done
Victim to choose no more.
Gifts come strangely wrapped in trials
Keys within
I can't ignore.

Snap the band on the wrist
Cut the string –  toil and task.
Changed thinking is freedom
Happens slow... still ask.

Hostage in the cryptic cage
Put down your guns,
Put down your pain.

–Erika Guillory Page

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