There’s a girl sitting on the floor in a corner
Knees folded to her chest, facing the wall
She is neither scared or sad
Simply confused
Exhausted from chasing time and time never actually running out
Trying to exist in a dual reality
Shedding the confinements of one,
embodying the other
There’s yelling going on
Several voices screaming over each other
No one listening
Just wanting to be heard
Needing to be felt
Impatiently waiting for permission to drive the ship
Not knowing that the power they hold can overthrow the whole damn thing
This is not a sad poem
There’s no despair here
Just more depths than what can fit into a few lines
About the Creator
Keys Will
Poetry is my first love, my first language! With 20+ years on this poetic journey as a Spoken Wordsmith, Lyricist and published author, I enjoy sharing my gift with the world and digesting the messages crafted by fellow poets.
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson7 days ago in Fiction
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