What was she thinking....

What was she thinking....

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

She sits and thinks
as tears run down her cheek.
Why are the most precious of things
so god damn fragile.
So open to the world 
and so f*****g easy to break.
What makes us think for one second 
we should unlock the doors,
throw open the windows 
and feel life breathe into us once again.
The sheer joy of it is blinding,
until that slow, slow fall
to that shattered, scattered
bruised and broken end.

What the f**k was she thinking...

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Wonderful work Judy. A little on the dark side--and it held me the whole way through---

Posted 13 Years Ago


Stunning work. Palpable, that's for sure.

Posted 13 Years Ago


yeah you gotta lock doors cause the alien groupies will drive ya nuts and the feds make it so hghard when you have to hide uhh personal stuff.
that reminds me where did i but my cell phone ouch shouldnt have left it on vibrate dont know why they call it a black berry feels more like a baseball

this work shows how you fend off the evil wizards who just wanna stand in the corner and watch talk about awkward but hey i gotta return to ars it aint easy being a rockstar winning

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I guess she wasn't willing to give up hope. This one is a bit unexpected, Judy.

Posted 13 Years Ago


i f*****g likes this alot,Bert agrees

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm thinking she's thinking it's her time..and she deserves it to be her way for the first time in her life. Letting go of the ties that have kept her bound to pain and risking it all to just feel anything but that again...
In being broken and shattered..are we not stronger when put back together..?? or What the f**k am I saying ?? ;) A painful write..that hits home to so many that have traveled on this life's fragile journey..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


strong words from such a "soft" soul.

to that shattered, scattered
bruised and broken end.

This struck a painful nerve for me.....what thoughts trouble her so?
A raw emotional read Judy. xo



Posted 13 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH



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