As the rain pours down on a Thursday morning
She plays her mellow music
And starts swimming in her thoughts,
Running out of breath
Her muscles weaken
And bones become still
Her heart becomes heavy with all the water around her.
No amount of fire could fight.
Finally letting go, the invisible hands pulling her under
Unaware of her own conscience
Guided by the abyss of her thoughts
She kept sinking like a damaged ship, no, but a boat
Going far underneath
Close to solace.
The gleam of the sun leaking through the water
As her arms try to reach the light, but soul goes under
Only to go to a place, promising and better.
-Ree ( 1. 06. 2017)