Drowning Dreams…

May 10, 2019

 

We were there
when she folded her dreams
and laid them neatly
in a metal box
(between layers of rocky, pain-pebbles)..

She shut down the lid
with a force of finality
and put it down, soft-like
by the river bank;
– her dreams, her heart, her soul.

We stood with her
as the box sank to sleep
at the river bed
and wordlessly, we walked her back,
a half-being, to a half-life…

(c) Juliet ‘Kego