Within
the depths of her eyes
I
witnessed the weight binding her soul
Chained
and heavy
Scared
with affliction
Yearning
to be more than what was.
Her
body was an anchor
Hopelessly
drifting with life’s currents
Incessant
battering disfiguring her core
Until
it was muddled of recognition
Her
lusterless gaze
Drained
of existence
Proved
a doomed inclination
That
she would no longer be trapped,
Seizing
her fate with both hands
Tightly
wrapped at the handle
She
finished the job life could not.
While,
yet dauntingly morbid
Her
chalked layout
Was
her final exhibition
Of her
version of being free.
Olsfred James 2015©
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