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.
