After A Dark Night Of The Soul

She screams into her pillow
The pain is real–
cut arm,
fragmented soul.
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The tears won’t stop.
Black tears turning red,
rivers of kohl and blood.
Inconsolable.
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Drowning.
Slipping.
Grasping at nothing–
void.
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Distress message unseen.
Cry for help ignored.
No one.
Nowhere.
Nothing.
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The room spins…
Somewhere in the fog
a piano is playing.
It gets louder–
soprano voices.
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She’s floating.
No more pain,
brilliance– the Morning star.
She smiles, eyes closed.
He says, “I’m here child.”

– Poem By Shalomie Tewes