Lot's Wife

I don't want to be that woman

who stood in one place

reduced to a pillar 

of yesterday's dried out 

uncried out 

tears.

I refuse to look back

 in bitter regret

to the place from which 

I am walking.

There is a bright horizon above, in front

if I get my head straight

before it's too late, 

before nothing is sweet or soft 

in me,

but

just only some crystals of salt.