Saturday, February 25, 2012
Poetry Corner ~ Calling all Poets!!
She sits there; the strong one,
Perched high on that throne,
Ruthless and calculating to all who meet her,
Because a scared little person is who she really is inside,
She deflects by joking about all her bitter situations,
As if nothing ever really deeply troubles her,
Her soul hidden by armored walls,
She’s crumbling and her soul is almost non-existent,
They want to get close to her and help her,
The fools want to fix her problems with their weak bandages,
They want to coddle her like a small child,
But she won’t let them manipulate her any longer.
Written by Becky Illson-Skinner
September 20, 1996