A woman wept

On hills of misery,
The salty rivers flow.
Glistening dunes don't stem the flow.
On wobbly tips,
Rests a pool of of pity,
A woman wept.

A guttural moan,
No man has known,
Of wounded animals,
Memories her cries invoke.
A cloud so low, a fearful cower,
A woman wept.

No ash, no phoenix.
Fairytales forgotten, hope abandoned
No glass slipper,
No prince to kiss her awake
She wept.

In hopes, in dreams,
This hurt would end.
But in life so real,
Her will depleted,
She fell,
And slept.

Welcome back everyone. :-) And by that I mean me.

Break's over

This blog will resume activity after the holiday hiatus.

Looking forward to getting back into the mix.