Sad Girl

Sad girl, Why do you keep me from doing things?
What is it you want me to know?
Things are not always ok?

Why do you want them to be so?
Where is the room for me?
The place for me here in you?
You are harsh.
Gentleness. Softness.
To be a little girl.
To be that and not a grownup someone else.
Roundy. Not sharp.
Can you love me and not be impatient?
Annoyed? This is not a game.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Phoenix Rising, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s