Search for a strong light
One that will hold
Cable
Open the box
Check how many little white pills
Fall to the ground
Weep like a child
Rock back and forth
Nose running into mouth
Screams in head
Battle, battle for life
Try slow down the mind
Try to rationalise thoughts
Children
Mother
Aunt
Sister
Daughter
This was not meant to be
I have dreamt my future
I’m old
With my old feet in the Sea
Poem by Emma Visca
