Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie


Tears drops splashed on

my smart phone today

My smart phone remained silent

It didn’t have a word to say.

The thin ice

I walk upon

Has begun to crack

I don’t care. I keep on.

If I am submerged

I won’t float back.

Under the ice

escape will allude me

I will drift away from

The hole I fell through

I will not struggle as

my lungs fill with water

my heart washed of you.

Jeanne Marie

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