A SEPARATE WORLD | ‘Woolf at Sea’


I read of your pain, and
pockets, stuffed unbearably
to the brim
of the sinking feeling
felt when you tried and,
dripping, failed
how you had drowned many
times before.
I learnt of your struggles,
thrust against the rocks,
for respect and equal standing
as your feet slipped and
the cold muddy grey
seeped in.
I read your intended
and your private
with joyless curiosity
that flooded me
in your sea of rippling
You caressed the riverbed,
I learnt,
bobbed against the tide
in lacking education
thus poignantly were found.
I float
in your failure to disappear
– never to drink in success
long drunk in miserable irony –
against your will,
your fight was won.

Words & illustration by Hannah Sinclair Emadian, 2016.

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