There’s a woman in the hallway
A tear held back by blinking
She’s writing in her notebook
To stop herself from thinking
She writes of dragon-guarded castles
And the princes that’d save her
She writes of childhood bikes with tassels
And a boy with bad behaviour
The woman bites her pencil
And scribbles on the page
Her mind is like a stencil
For pain and grief and rage
She thinks of infidelity
And a partner who dunt like her
She thinks of infidelity
And a partner who might strike her
The woman writes of yellow flowers
And a stream that trickles by
She writes of laying down for hours
With the treetops in her eyes
She writes of blossoms soft as snow
Falling through the air
She writes; her pencil moving slow
Her fingers in her hair
She wants to write the past away
Erasing all the evils
She wants to be a castaway
Or a soaring seagull
On a ship that heads for nowhere
To an island without name
She writes that she will go there,
and forget about her pain.
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Cover image by Volkan Olmez via Unsplash
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