Demon of False Escape by Hilary Selby
- Rebekah Few
- Oct 14, 2019
- 3 min read
Intro by Rebekah Few;
If you have ever been on a personal transition its often hard to make sense of it all. Putting things in to the spoken word can be hard so getting it down on paper can make things easier. Below Hilary uses poetry to convey a surreal moment in her life, in next weeks blog we I'll be exploring how the written word can help you do you.

To sum this up- the spoken word.
Written in the night when I couldn’t sleep not just due to the claustrophobic mosquito net around my princess like bed, which a sweet young daughter of a family in the Cambodian countryside, had lent me. Another literal example of a travellers escape where there is still a restlessness in the heart.
This poem was inspired by someone who prayed over me and saw a ‘black gate' - I wanted to find out what that meant for me. The Black Gate is a perfect metaphor for the trapped feeling and need for escape we experience when dealing with reality.
I wrote my real fears and then ended in a psalm type way of hope - where I believed I would feel the freedom I am looking for. Wonder can feel like lust, initially striking and addictive, but fading to leave you with a lost feeling, desperate to find the high again.
However there is hope; I believe freedom comes when we find the truth to our fear and in turn we respond differently. Following on from my experience I want to starve my personal demon of false escape and then no longer will it have a place. Hopefully I will see that it’s not even there when I have focused on the truth of trust, even if I’ve never felt like I’ve seen it fully.Â
Black gate:Â
Trapped in black gateÂ
Trapped in this mind a space not so kind.
Full of wonder that doesn’t stop, feels like bondage
A heart so hopeful and dreamingÂ
Yet it’s got a blockageÂ
A black gate
Open but not promising as it’s like I’m queuing for the next escape wait wait wait !!!!
I can get through it myself but that doesn’t work anymoreÂ
Every time I try and open that gate it starts to rustÂ
My mind gathers more pieces of dust,
It’s bolted upÂ
No longer does passing this gate fill my cupÂ
Feel trapped in this space It’s suffocatingÂ
My once colour in life is tainting
Lord break this gate down or make it white at least.Â
This land no longer expands my mindÂ
It restricts it, I don’t know how to think anymore.
One last time I try to open this black gateÂ
It’s too late, I no longer canÂ
My heart races I can no longer escape. I’m trapped in this mundane waiting gameÂ
Having to deal with my painÂ
In a land I no longer likeÂ
Having to face realityÂ
Things endingÂ
Things repeatingÂ
Others can goÂ
I have to stayÂ
Pay my wayÂ
Stay stay stayÂ
This demon of false escape needs to goÂ
Giving me false hope of tomorrowÂ
Only disappointed by yesterday’s gameÂ
what is this I don’t know.Â
Soaring flying my wings are still there - but are theyÂ
Finally, find what I feel is an answer
Long fulfilled dreams given to me in an instantÂ
Scared that nothing comparesÂ
To this option of love and escapeÂ
Oh The horizonÂ
It makes me feel free at lastÂ
But it comes with a priceÂ
Of trustÂ
My heart jumps of a hope that may be metÂ
But my black gate may still be thereÂ
Waiting in the far distanceÂ
Or will this  black gate break downÂ
Maybe it’s loveÂ
Trapped in my own landÂ
Al I need is to know love to expand
To unbolt that black gate of my mindÂ
Telling me no longer am I unkindÂ
what you feel trapped by seemingly is fine.Â
Where love doesn’t endÂ
Others go but I don’t even know.Â
A repeating becomes my laughterÂ
Paying comes with my faithÂ
Love by my side showing me reality is a safe place.Â
This demon no longer needs a place as I no longer escape.Â

Contact Hilary at @hilselbs
