solace || poetry

forty

she sits alone on a bridge one day wondering if she should fall
her thoughts running through her head
she's not enough
she's not loved
she's never going to be someone.

she stands alone on a bridge one day contemplating her fall
she spreads her arms and leans forward.
falling.
flying.
living.
dying.

she lays there in pieces her broken stare fixed on the summer sky
it's not like anyone was there to hear her anguished cries