Haiku
Becoming
Sitting in a chair She ponders on her old self Chair rocking with creaks Choices she has made Her own internal battle Both angry and sad A feeling of pride Defeating negative thoughts Knowing she has grown With ignorance gone New light breaks through what was scars Shame now pride and hope She has empathy Burying the dead shed skin Looking back no more
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets








