For the Daily Post prompt: Surface.

Photo ©Domenico Salvagnin


Just a second ago it was there,

Shining brightly as an August sky,

If I reached I could break through the skin.


Cold water on every side presses,

I hear the pale sounds of life draining,

Of rocks fraying lifelines worn too thin.


Bright diamonds of air stream away,

The surface a dream or a mirror

Of the darkness that fills me within.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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