Fjords

Fjords of despair
She cries
Dried rivulets.
These ravines
Sprays of gray
Cleansing.
That demise
Subsides
Perhaps
Buries
False lies
Shall
She rise?
From depths
Immaculate
Shall she
Consecrate
This demise?
That false self
Subsides
When all is lost,
There is
Nothing left
To despair.
The fjords of tears
Evaporate
Lush anguish
Dissipates
She rises
Immaculate.
New.