I saw her descend.
Descend into her own currents,
From where, she told me, it was exhausting to return.
I could never quite understand it all.
The steps she took,
The sighs she heaved,
And the hopelessness she felt.
Often asked her, but she,
She only rarely responded.
Refused with blank shakes of head,
Or the smile without the eyes.
I do not know how to help her yet.
But I'll surely build her a boat if the need be,
To make her rise to her own salvation
From the currents that storm within her.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
I saw her descend.
Descend into her own currents,
From where, she told me, it was exhausting to return.
I could never quite understand it all.
The steps she took,
The sighs she heaved,
And the hopelessness she felt.
Often asked her, but she,
She only rarely responded.
Refused with blank shakes of head,
Or the smile without the eyes.
I do not know how to help her yet.
But I'll surely build her a boat if the need be,
To make her rise to her own salvation
From the currents that storm within her.
She goes through a tough time.
