One Day She’ll Breathe

Ophelia was only remembered for being dead

Floating daintily in the river, flowers surrounding her

A spectacle for all eyes to see and drink up hungrily

But one day she will breath again and rise up from her grave

White dress sodden, makeup askew, long hair soaked and tangled

And she will realize who she is a break free from that image

The one that held her dead for so long, drowned and lifeless

And for once in her life, her short-written life, she will breath with ease