Her soul is arid

desert-dry and barren

crushed grains of sand

slipping between her fingers.

Desiccated and bereft of all that could have been,

hiding within herself

she cowers in the face of all that life has thrown at her.

Harsh winds have turned her into a husk

of her former, vibrant self.

She feels safer, protected behind these unscalable walls

but what price safety, if she is

isolated?

A woman as an island,

separated from a succulent oasis

is no woman at all.

Here is a poem, inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt, which today is ‘desert’. Why not have a go yourself? Poetry, short fiction, stream of consciousness – let your imagination run wild!