Reaching

Not that she had no equal

Yet she felt the space,

The space bound between them.

Reaching out her arm,

She tried to grasp what she had lost,

Effortlessly trying.

Reaching for the life she once had

But it was lost

It couldn’t come back.

Regretting what she had done

Realising that her life was gone

Forever lost, forever done.

Losing the grip on hope

Losing the grip on life.

The universe was growing,

While she was ever

Shrinking.

No more secure

Ties,

Only loose half-lies

While she sat

Reaching out her arm

Grasping at the empty dark,

Her fingertips dancing.

By Sam Bentham, Rae Duffield, Jasmine Pollard and Ben Whittaker