Far Below

A girl silently slips through the cracks

 of a fragmented foundation,

into a dark, sombre chamber,
that confines her and all she knows.

 . . . . .

Years later

she emerges

from that nebulous

cubicle, discovering

a sense of equilibrium

at the exact point

of her departure.

. . . . .

Thankful now, 

having been given

another chance,

she joyfully skips
stones across the calm

surface of a lake,

where far below
its boundless,

breathless periphery,

I’ve allowed

the words belonging

to the continuation

of her story,

to sink and take

their final rest,
bringing this poem

to its predetermined end.