The Stowaway Poem by David Ratcliffe

For a time the scene was perfect
tranquil and quiet

When left alone
she could rest easy
in an orbital state
around the troubled orb
safe and content

Just far enough from the white noise
of the abuse
from a psychotic Mother
to keep the household safe
at least for a time

That was until the day
a verbal storm replaced the silence
destroying her peace
along with the merciful calm adored
when stillness was hers

Like an underground stream
running into volcanic rock
her cool flow
boiled over
exploding into an enormous geyser
effecting all in its path

Such a mighty shock
brought about a reunion with the thing
she thought no longer resided

The stowaway formerly dismissed
was back on-board
only this time with mutinous intent

Unable to contain the rage
and allowing it to blow
it inflicted great harm
on the family she’d cherished

Long after the murderous events
the lone figure
rocks in the institution
never to know stillness again

The stowaway
was now constant
while its former host
slipped through the tiles
and was lost forever