- But a Moment Away -

she was amorphous, shapeless and humble- no ethereal sky could release her self-assurance her lassitude ran wild- for she was weary since birth, sacrificing what was never hers for the chase of redemption ceasing who she was to become as i stacked sandbags against the river of her sorrow- created a dam to make sure she would stay safe and dry i wear propinquity like a silk blanket as i start to reminisce on all the opulence she longed for her insouciance was a blithe nonchalant notion- verses of fear prevail in subtle solitude, and i am left without breath, alone without the ability to release what used to be mine… ~for it’s always been her~ wrapped up in a floppy cardboard box tightly wound with a dull ruby ribbon- there was no way out, lost in a lopsided labyrinth laden in a tomb too coarse to decay, she awaited the day disarray went adrift- craving a heavenly haven, abandoned and graven; she weeps in woe – seraphs begin to pray... for death is none but a moment away ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1.) amorphous 2.) lassitude 3.) propinquity 4.) opulence 5.) insouciance date - 1.29.20 Exalted Words Poetry Contest Chantelle Anne Cooke I chose these words because I thought they would fit well with my theme of loneliness and sorrow about the sad life my sister led before taking her life. I struggle daily, still, after almost 10 years. Each word uses the imagery of the emotions she felt dealing with depression and anxiety. She was so sad and troubled, though the most beautiful woman I ever met. (thank you for this contest, it was healing)