She realised it so suddenly,
It actually caused physical pain –
She’d spent too damned-long
With her sleepless head
Inside a dark box of quiet,
That echoed and repeated,
Stitching restless days together.
So she slipped out of her identity
To walk barefoot and pretty,
Ankle deep in bluebell silences
Along the reflection banks
Of a different life’s river,
With enough time to laugh
At gulls that weren’t really there.