Part 2

Dark night skies.
Her home within a dream,
laying alone in the stream
life slowly ebbing away.
Tears crystallize,
seeping from her lids
no one is there to hold her
no one will ever know.
Moving within herself
gathering the smallness
pulling it away from harm.
Locking it,
chain bound the chest
and throw away the key.
Horror and fear
all come her way
but she is not able to feel
moving within a listless fog
asleep more than she is alive.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 13/18