She wades in salt water
head hanging low,
much like a lone heron
searching for a meal,
its energy for survival.
Her viewpoint sees only
reflection of the vast
brilliant surroundings,
focusing just on
dark undertones
rippling before her.
Soothing sounds of life
on the shore compliment
refreshingly subtle breeze,
yet she inhales only
stale silence suffocating her
with each empty breath.
Despite the peaceful scenery,
she can see only turmoil.
Her cove isn't nature made
but one created from tears,
and the nourishment she needs
is not derived from food. |