The Woman

The woman sits in her room,

Cold and damp, a cave.

Emotions sweep over her like a million vacuums sucking at a wisp of dust.

Her childhood,

Quick as an instant, but as beautiful as a summer's sunset.

Her adolescence,

Painful as a sharp prick in the finger, but pleasant, a walk on the beach, as well.

Her adult life,

Spent alone, as alone as a deaf, dumb, blind child never seeing the light.

Her final moments,

On a bed, cold as death, remembering the "happy old days".

Staring at the ceiling, she sees her life.

Her spirit runs free, a little child, fading in the distance.