Ancient Again
She was her usual
waddling up the stairs
strides as crooked as the rest of her
ambling with coffeecup in hand
swishing and swooshing the contents
though lightly enough so as it wouldn't spill
She sat down
as if she would reside there forever
took out a pen and ledger
and feigned such intensity
looking down at the paper
so as her face would not be noticed
every so often
she crinkled her papers
and stole a sip from her mug of ice
She is such a shy thing
and it's unfortunate considering
how much she seems to have to say
and how loudly she tends to talk
when she makes herself believe
no one is there to listen
but they are there to hear her
and that scares her
to the point where she has become ancient again
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Really fantastic poem. Very descriptive and I felt like I was hearing what the voice in your head would say. Nicely done!
Your mind is in control.
Just pick one day,
Set your heart free.
Do what you please.
Make that the day when
You don't have to steal
Or hide, because
What will they do to you
If they see?
Is it really terrible enough
To cage yourself
And not look up at the world
For fear of it looking back at you?
The human heart
Needs a little freedom
Once in a while.
Try it.
They can't stop you.
savigirl14
Very powerful I think you have a nice writing styles
chocoholicforlife
this is accurate. fantastic.