She is risen on a thorn laden memory.
She wishes she could shake off her worldly hypostasis.
Death sounds ideal but she loses heart.
Death of free will is considered a rout.
Fleeing life is considered cowardice.
Her earthly route must be traced out
on the map of her existense.
Her clepsydra must be depleted.
When the last drop of life is consumed
diaphanous chrysalis, her soul, will rise in heavenly ascent,
© Ann Marie Zagorianos