I stand above her
my literary edge.
A Siren’s beckoning call

“Jump in feet first.”
For the first time in years
my senses awakened

reverberating my soul
while cleansing my torn and
tattered, ashen fingers.

Her tears
my waterfall.
Refreshes my mind,

my body, my life.
Counting to three
I jumped in at one.

Day 27: NaPoWriMoPrompt: A Photographic Poem