By the River, AcheronA Poem by Doodley
For MRC. The world is your oyster.
She walks through Elysian fields and wild grass plain,
With footfalls hushed silent to conceal all her pain,
Of the emptiness she feels as she treads on the Earth,
And battles her demons of failing self-worth.
For the flame in her soul has flickered and died,
And her lightbulb of existence, it's fuse has been fried,
All the love in her heart has bled and beat out,
Now it breeds only darkness, self-pity and doubt.
No words can embolden, no wisdom can abide,
She drowns in her sorrow that swells up inside,
And churns out no emotions from her depths full of stones,
Just a neverending ice flow that chills through her bones.
Into the forest of Stagnation she passes with ease,
Enveloped in the darkness by the canopy of trees,
Which rustle their disapproval in a restless wind sway,
And watch with leavened eyes as she goes on her way.
Beyond the depressional curve of a lonely, small hill,
She comes to a halt and is suddenly still,
For the River Acheron glistening in all of its fame,
Stood with welcoming embankments and called out her name.
In a trance of oblivion she edged to its banks,
While in the abyss of her mind she gave a soul-less small thanks,
For at long last her suffering can be laid down to bed,
All the pain, heartache, shame and the dread.
With a deeply drawn breath she closes her eyes,
Steps into the menacing cool stillness up to her thighs,
Lets the flow of the ripples pass over her head,
And feels the thrum of a life that she once thought was dead.
Like a sound from a nightmare in childhood dreams,
Did the forest erupt into a cacophony of screams!
All nature divine and the beasts from within,
Raged violently at the river for committing such a sin!
Broken from her trance by the strength of their roar,
She fought with the river and struggled ashore,
Her essence of being had surged in her strife,
And she no longer wanted to forego her life.
For beneath the surface of the river in its malevolent glare,
Into the eyes of a Sibyl did she happen to stare,
And her future and destiny did she behold,
And the pathway to redemption was she foretold.
By the River, Acheron, she sat down and wept,
As the forest, exhausted, settled and slept,
And a comforting breeze enclosed her shoulders and shook,
And suppressed the seduction of the babbling brook.
As she sat perched by the river in peace and alone,
Her eyes glimmered hope for a new life of her own,
And a smile creased her face in the wilting dusk gloam,
And her thoughts turned to one place, and that place was, home.
© 2016 Doodley
Sydney , Australia
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