She

Who is she?

She sits. She breathes. But your not looking at her eyes. She looks up, golden red hair flutters across her face, finally clearing,
you meet her eyes. There over watered. They are screaming. They are telling you the story, why she sits alone, why she doesn't speak.
She is beautiful, yet she sits alone, leaking eyes. No one sees her.

She laughs, she smiles, she talks. Her eyes are clear. They hold no pain, no story. She smiles, perfect teeth. She walks,
confident strut. She turns back around for one last look. Meeting her eyes, painless. Trying to find a story. Nothing.
She is ugly, yet talks to everyone. Everyone sees her.

She sings, she laughs, she dances. She is young, innocent. She has a future. She doesn't have a story to reflect her. Whispy brown
hair follows her as she dances. She looks, she sees nothing. She sings. She looks, still nothing. She laughs and frolicks.
Looks. Nothing. She cannot see.

She thinks, she writes, she walks. She is old. She has a story, a past. Her blonde hair losely tied behind her head. She thinks,
she looks, she sees everything. She closes her eyes. She opens them, she still sees everything. She writes. She writes everything.
Looks up, sees everything. She used to be free. Taken by life. She still sees everything.

She kneels. She jumps. She falls. She cannnot fly. She tries, and tries. She tries to fly. She tries again, she wastes no time.
She gives up. She whines and cries. Her red hair hanging over her face, as she weeps. She gets up, she walks away. 
Anger fills her eyes. She lies to herself. It's not her fault, she tells everyone.

She stands. She skips, she flies. She soars up above everything. She believes, she waits, she is patient. She enjoys the flight.
She lands happily. She has succeeded. She sits, and thinks. Wasting all time. Late at night she walks away, telling no one
of her flight. She is true to herself. It took time.

Author's Note

Obviously opposites, that send a message of modesty.

Reviews

[robin]

Funny, at first I thought you were blasting some clueless Gap girl, then it turned around. Curious how it could be the same person. I enjoyed the chick learning to fly coming of age metaphor. I also enjoyed the salacious success in doing it when no one else was around. Taken by life eh? Hmmmm. True to yourself yet/still? You are fascinating and twisted. It's a good thing.
Robin

[Vanessa]

I SO read this one on your laptop!!

You kick a*s, lover.

This is very good. I love the message with this poem. I think this is very good!