Backed towards me
Sits as if she is a boulder
Dropped from on high onto the sofa cushion
The impact leaves her stunned
The impression is too deep
She might never roll out of the hole she has created.
Her breathing is slight as she
Sits, stares, silently inhales
Little rhythmic up and downs
Pulse steadily as a heart-beat and
Tell me she is alive but I am
Not sure how alive is alive.
She fills the room with the weight
That rests heavily on her shoulders
And I want to unburden her.
Shrug it off! Give me a chunk!
But dazedly she stares heavy into the world
And I go on, fearing I have lost her.
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