A Journey

Woman in the mist, billowing

Silent as the clouds,

Her fierce steps hurt the earth:

For her dead children.

The silhouette of a bird
Frozen cold, eyes staring

Into green space

At the

Earth and Sky, in one breath
What mighty enemies, those two

Truth isn’t always bitter

Oh sweet calamity.

Eyes set in a wooden smile
She heads for the sea, one last effort

This dreary place holds hope

She knows this things