a letter from Ophelia

I find myself searching for ways

to finally be drenched in madness

quiet my sane mind

so I hum tunes of mad men

and pluck wildflowers

near the rushing rivers edge

sitting upon the willow

twisting cream petals

and weaving green stems

I create a crown

fit for a Mad Woman

and frown

innocence once sought

now yearning to be devoured

leave me to rest

among the blooming flowers