Clara

Clara, unique Clara,

strange among her people,

absent gaze.

Clara, adrift,

had no luck

choosing the way out.

Clara, abandoned in the arms of another loneliness,

hoping to make friends through the snow

under the shelter of another lucidity,

discovering worlds where it never rains,

escaping time and time again,

shrinking sorrows to sail.

Black stars saw through her veins

and no one wanted to ask.

Clara, felt trapped,

left her job,

came crashing down.

Clara, was wasting away,

lost on a path of anxieties and ambrosia.

Clara, said nothing,

and one day she disappeared.

Walking the sidewalks they say they saw her,

adjusting her pace to others,

trying anything for money,

to set herself on fire once more.

That early morning Clara shipwrecked.

She had the sea of fear in her gaze,

clothes soaked and the ground as her pillow,

and slowly dawned.