Open oceans cannot stop these tides
Of grief, the trickle and splash of sorrow
Over-spilling rivers, bursting through sides
Of lakes with the constant ebb and flow,
Deceived by the duplicity of a cancerous
Two-faced moon. I believed that blood
Was thicker but you turned hazardous
And you broke the fragile bond of sisterhood.
The density of water, particularly the salty kind,
Allows me to float on the surface of my grief,
Washing the guilt away, clearing my murky mind,
Only my heart is still tossed like a leaf.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s MenageriePhoto Challenge #131 and linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform