It may have been just
that her balance gave way
and dew damp grass
was the culprit that day
It may have been planned
or purely by chance
that nobody caught
her last backward glance
We will never know why
her life ended that way
if her sight was obscured
her thoughts led astray
No words remain
she left barely a trace
at the end of her journey
when she fell from grace
She may never have known
the path she was on
Life obscured her vision
We blinked
She was gone
I live close to a renowned beauty spot with high cliffs and a rugged coastline. Unfortunately, it is also a place known for suicides. Also close by is a convent. A nun was sent there from a different location because, as I understand, she was suffering from depression. She fell from the cliffs some weeks later.
Bruce Aiken 