by life, wandering
into the river with pockets
full of stones,
but there was no sweep
of water, no tide to take
her away, only an empty
basin and the eyes of others
seeing her, judging her,
pressing her further down
until she would empty pockets
and rise again.
Author Bio:
Joshua Ford is a student of life and literature. His poems have appeared at Dark Blooms Literary Zine, Gossamer Poetry Page, and Write Our Loud. Joshua hopes to publish in many other places in the future.