Virginia

Virginia Woolf  1882-1941

 

You went down to the river

With stones in your pockets

And did not intend to return.

The water took you back to the womb

And all you’d asked for was a room

Of your own

And some quiet,

No demons,

Words flowing on the page.

 

Stones in your pockets

To silence the voices.

 

The river does not argue

Or judge

Or suggest

Or put up a fight.

 

A room of one’s own,

Ideas,

Paper,

Peace.

 

Stones in your pockets,

The river offers

Silence,

Oblivion,

Release.

 

And women everywhere hang on every word

In a room of our own,

Ideas,

Paper,

Struggle,

Try to live up to.

 

But one morning.

You put your coat on

And never came back.

 

One morning,

The river covered you

And the words never fade,

Ideas,

Paper,

Afraid.

Stones in our pockets

Always weighing us down,

Ideas,

Paper,

Hope.

 

And that river runs forever,

Through all of our battles,

Some are lost and some are won.

Some of us sink and some of us are saved,

Words viagra pills floating on the page,

The words never fade.

 

Ideas,

Paper

And it’s done.