Release

Small boughs are cracking under HER feet,

Hard leaves are scratching HER skin.

Not easy to breathe because of the heat.

Sweat’s dropping down from HER chin.

HER body is tired, HER thoughts are in haze.

SHE can hardly see what’s ahead,

But SHE is rushing through jungle maze

 Wanting just not to be dead.

SHE’s fleeing from danger, the danger is THEY,

Who are chasing to bring HER back

To the village where THEY plan HER to lay

On the altar, HER body to hack.

THEY worship gods, that rite is a must,

SHE has to give THEM HER soul.

THEY need HER chest to be neatly thrust

And HER heart to be placed in the bowl.

Being a captive, it’s HER fatal lot.

But SHE managed to find a way out.

Now SHE is in jungle, the weather is hot,

And HER body is already worn out.

 SHE’s standing near the high waterfall,

And THEY are already approaching HER

SHE is not choosing the life of a thrall,

SHE’s jumping down, stopping the stir.

Is SHE alive? THEY do not know.

THEIR pursuit is to be ceased.

THEY are returning to THEIR show.

HER body and soul are now released.