Poetry

*image of a flower underwater

Sometimes

I still hear her sing

Most days

I just watch as she sinks

The demons come

Nothing stops them

She just runs

Around each doorway

They lunge

She unraveled

To become

A song

That is left

Unsung

Where is my help from above?

Why can’t the antidote be love?

The Doctor’s say “ Have faith in me.”

“Physician heal thyself” Luke 4:23

Then maybe I will believe!

Opaque is all I see

No transparency

No clarity

I mourn her

Though I know her heart beats

I have sorrow for her suffering

That buries me in the deep

Because sometimes

I still hear her sing

But most days

I just watch helplessly

As she sinks

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