Soup and Sunshine

She imagined she could melt--
A soup of steam and soap
seasoned with human inadequacy.

She dreamed that the worries
Would swirl around her fingers and evaporate to air,
Floating to an unknown location in the atmosphere.

She wished the carelessness tumbling freely from their lips
wouldn't store itself for later
In her worn and wearied mind.

She wanted to sink in all her sorrows,
But her will kept her buoyant--
A boat tossed on stormy seas.

She--a recipient of surprising, sudden slaps--desired peace,
A place of genuine understanding,
But she feared that wouldn't come for quite some time.

She pondered breathing, life, and blinking,
for so much had passed before her blinded eyes
As her breath was stolen without notice.

She determined somewhere hiding she was happy--
A free flower now dry from drowning rains.
And she waited, for a long while, for that feeling to surface.

She tried seeing further,
And her sight was magnified--
A telescope set on distant lands and waters.

She imagined she would sail there,
And the sun would shine forever
Giving life to her dead hope--
A melting soul in imaginary soup.