Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

My well is broken...all hope gone.
Its water leaking from the seams
And even those few still sealed
Are threatening to break apart and run
With bloody tears once more.
All who see my sad plight
As keeper of the well
Tell me to go...the endless voices chatter in my head
Saying nothing will change...all I'll feel is pain...
Better run before the hilltop is all that's left above the sea,
Before my garments are stained,
Before I drown in sorrow that seeps from the mossy walls
Now covered with crusts of red.
The well needs me...perhaps too much...
Another must be put in its place and it torn down...
Its time has come to an end...
It served us well but now is dying....
A slow death we shall hasten with a wrecking ball...
Or stop! Consider the steps to take more carefully....
The walls falling down, but not beyond repair
Even though to inexperienced eyes such it seems.
I am the water-girl...can I be another's?
Leaving what was given as my charge?
No matter who loses faith, I shall remain
Rebuilding stones and scrubbing moss
Until newness is found once again
And the grass runs green with thornless roses
Where the children can play again.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak