She eyed the river
She was musing on its duality

Years ago, they crossed the river
For freedom from their enslavers

Currently, she wondered
If she should leap into this river
For a different "freedom"

Her being was bleeding
(I am sorry….)

For her predecessors, this was the Nile
For her, this might as well be the Styx

They fled from their enslavers by crossing this river
And she felt like leaping into this river

She would be cursing herself
Certainly, for some reasons justified

They didn't risk it all
Just so she could toss herself into the river

For her, the river might as well be the Styx
For them, it was the Nile, the Red Sea

They crossed this river for freedom
She contemplated tossing herself into it

Fates seperate but intertwined

She was freer than them
However, she was still constrained
Enslaved in a different way

The Nile and the Styx
She mused on this river's duality
Eyeing the river still