A Saint,
walked on earth,
Centuries ago,
before entering the gate,
helping on ships,
it was so
Sailing treacherous,
rough waters,
reviving the sick,
Imprinted in the,  
memory strip,
touching on land,
at the end of a trip
Now awake,
after seeing the full,
Saintship,
still performing duties,
full circle trip

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney

nobody knew how much she’d broken her own heart.
it was cracked to *******
and so much pain she couldn’t bear
her smooth skin painted in tears
salty like the sea
and cold, and unforgiving like dismal melancholia
she walks across the room
tiptoeing like she’s treading on new snow
amanda reaches for the bottle
and drowns in
a saintship made of modern renaissance