She sits on the bank, gazing out
Across a vast expanse of glittering silver
That sparkles under golden sunlight,
And blinds when she
Blackened, dead grass spreads beneath her weight.
Her demons smirk and chuckle as she sits,
Wondering what is on the other
Standing, her demons howl and scream.
Their horrible laughter echoes all around
As the heavy chains rattle
And remind her that she is
Straining her eyes, she can see that,
On the other side,
The grass is
There are flowers...
And a child
Beckons with an open
She turns away,
Dragging heavy feet.
Behind her, the glimmering water
Not the water...
Begging with lovely
With hands that shake
And my demons shrieking in protest
I unclasp my shackles.
I wade into the water.
I cross the river.
And leave my demons