Staring into the mirror seeking life
watching each dark night
as I pooled soaking
the sheets the bed clothes
I wore
I clung to hope as I saw each one
waiting, watching long hours
as a cataclysmic event
unfolded
standing on the precipice
of scorched earth
stepping around grave stones
stepping over graves
resting places
the essence of them I held within
the essence of me
reaching to touch shadows
dropping a red rose
atop a casket
my body reduced to remnants dry
as a tree now lifeless
brittle as earth in drought
cracked and devoid of water
but my soul though languishing
refused to perish
as hope will not
when secured in
determination
© January 2017 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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