She Talks A Lot

She moaned her way

out of the dark,

with a fledging identity,

and an impeccable strength embarked,

towards an utterly-buttery

swamp driven land of a while,

incessantly guided by Poseidon’s

ever-grateful heavenly smile.

Surprised, she looked down,

beneath her feet,

a ripple of water

just formed the street.

She pushed through a little,

yes, it was a water pool,

and went down a little deeper,

slowly and steadily some more;

By the corner,

rolled up in a bow,

‘Just for You’, she found a note:

“You left Hope here,

in the pool the other day.

She talks a lot.

She’s made the old me jovial again.

She told me about you as well,

about the tiara of memories you carry,

and some dreadful horrific nights too.

I was enjoying the

dearth of all your stories

until I saw you again yesterday,

when you seemed lost without her.

So, I’ve put her in a bottle,

thought you need her more than I do,

and am leaving her here,

you can take her back with you.”

She startled,

she awoke,

she was out of the pool,

she had hysterically found hope!