by Jackie Parslow

I had a dream about someone I know, 

which is often the case, 

she was crying, 

and she rarely does

She let down her walls and 

I walked right in and saw, 

the depths of her tears,

there wasn't a shallow end,

to be seen

I waded gently through 

her sorrow and pain, 

in a way nobody was ever 


Through feeling her life story, 

I understood mine, more,

I felt like an empty vessel,

deprived of many secrets,

of my own