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