She is the soother, the healer, the love
felt within the soul of her menagerie,
as she helps make each wounded life whole.
In cascades, she sends her water of life
flowing into that whirlpool of want,
eroding the cracked and angry fissures,
quenching the frenzied desert sands,
shattering her own mind into purgatives-
retching in fear of the unknown, pain of the known.
The cesspool below seeks to capture her
in its terrifying undertow of distorted reality.
Who will be there to catch her as she falls?
She lives hoping beyond hope there is a light
at the end of the promised rainbow, after all.
Adding your comment:
Great job, Love! Thanks so much for entering my contest. I’m honored to have you show your work here.
And thanks for the kudos! 
