Despair

She is plagued by her thoughts, drowning in turmoil

And anchored by her mind, irremovable weights.

Flowers grow from her tears when they fall to the soil,

Released only after she opens the gates.

The currents flow beside her, as she stands still

Before she falls to her knees, overcome with grief.

She wants to rise once more, but the tides take her will

And she is lost to an unforgiving sea.

The once green grasses upon which her mind grazed

Have withered to ashes of which she cannot rid.

Nothing to sustain her sanity has she raised,

No hope to live with and nothing worth her bid.

Unleashing her self unto self is her vice,

Bringing harm to her body and harm to her mind.

The storm continues to brew as lightning strikes twice,

And leaves her alone with her own heart to find.

Cradled in covers absent of comforting

Words and soothing phrases to maintain harmony.

Pillows to cloud and muffle thoughts that hurt her, she

Struggles to find unwritten testimony.

The water she treads on threatens to swallow

Her hope and her future and all her desire.

Dreams of finding them once more are soon to follow,

After which they fall to the flames of the fire.

A brutal blaze that feeds on the ashes of

Hopes that she once held, now nothing more than embers.

Her walls are caving, tears craving heat from above,

Opposites meeting like sun in December.

The stars in the night, they reflect in her eyes,

And slide with the sorrows so smoothly down her cheek.

She gathers them gently and looks up to the skies,

Constellations to tell of times not so bleak.