Blanks and broken hearts

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim

I don't even fucking know what to do anymore.

River
She winds through the forest, silent, save for the rustling of her feet.
Oblivious to the world surrounding her,
she races or plods along,
driven by some unknown force.
Almost as if she's running
Running from a who-knows-what or from a that-doesn't-exist

Her hair races along with her
A great streaming mass
Braided together with ribbons of froth
Plants pulled along by the inescapable flow

Perpetually flowing
In her rage
It lashes out
Aching for something
Anything
To hurt

In her grief
It lies flat
Sparse
Hiding the tears
Rolling down
Her trembling cheeks

She is strength
She is beauty
But bound together oh so loosely

Fragile as a china doll
She bursts her banks
Spilling over
Nothing to stop her

Until the land is overcome
She will not halt
All her weight will heft
Until
Only she is left

Forest
Serene
She stills
Poised
Something twitches
She lashes out
Nothing there
She pauses

Her thick hair is moved by the jealous wind
She waits
Settles

Her body trembles
An animal beside her
Short sharp breaths
She moves as one
Inhale
Hair flat
Chest out
Exhale
Arms snaking out
Hair up
It's gone
She shudders

Hurt
Spreading like wildfire
From her outermost finger
Right through her
It ripples
Seeps to every corner
And sticks
It's there to stay

Burn
It rips her body apart
She weeps
Curled up
In a ball
Of tattered remains

Grow
She forces herself
To recover
New life springs
From old wounds
Scars
Ripped apart
By fresh life
Determined
Not to crumple
To the ground

Never again

Fire
She ripples
Her rage
Is more than tangible
Her fury
Unmatched
By either those
Before her
Or those
Who will follow

She snaps
And spits
No one dares
To venture
Near her
Sparks fly
Around her
All is dark
Nothing
Except her

Something comes
A whisper
She gasps
Her hair balloons
Her cheeks red
She swells
About to burst

Then
All at once
She deflates
Still burning
Still hot to the touch
But her fire is gone
Blown out
Nothing to fuel it
Anymore

She shrinks lower and lower
Everything against her
Until
She is nothing left
A shadow of what once was
Scorch marks on a white piece of paper
Her remains dusted away
Lofted high by
Unforgiving winds

Swept under a rug
She turns away
She doesn't leave marks
Not anymore

Instead
She weeps
By herself
No one to turn to
Not for comfort
Not for anything

Rock
She sits
Stoic
Unmoved
Nothing grazes her
No harsh words
No poisons
No bullets

Around her
The world changes
Beaten down
Then built up again
Everything she once loved
Gone
She understands nothing
Of the new things that take their place
And still
She doesn't shift

Then
Something changes
It unsettles her
Puts her on edge
And suddenly
Once again
Like she had almost
Forgotten she ever was
She becomes vulnerable
And the world turns on her
With a vengeance
All at once
Jealous
That she
Was once
Untouched

It carves deep scars
Singes her at every
Possible turn
And
Slowly
Pieces of her
Start to chip away
She no longer sits
Unmoved
Now
She twitches
Scared by the future
Scarred by the past
Only the present
And so
She
Crumbles
Her last
Resolve
Gone

Ice
Once beautiful
Now deadly
She waits
For the
Hurtful words
She knows are soon to come

When they do
She freezes over
Seals herself shut
No one knows her
No one recognises her
Not now
Not anymore

It's doubtful she will
Ever heal
So she rebuilds
Recreates herself
Until
Again
No one recognises her

Once deadly
Now beautiful

Yay for poems. About emotions. Shown through physical things. Um..yay?
Peace - Cranberry