And so I threw nickels into Glorious skies,
Thinking time could be
Brought to a standstill,
Passing slowly like the
Cancers of guilt engulfing
The valves of my heart.
And then I left work without
Giving my resignation,
Simply because I laid,
Like a cocoon who would
Never fulfil her soaring destiny,
On cold hard floors,
Hoping that all familiar click
In the forsaken door would sound.
Full moons lived and passed,
And I simply couldn’t face the
Fears of becoming the nightmares of my childhood any longer,
So I decided to pack my unravelling suitcases,
Hammer into my miniature piggy banks,
And venture into the seas of underwater mountains,
Throwing nickels into midnight blue skies as I submerged,
All in the wooing hopes I would strike lucky
This time around.