Plot Stages and Conflict of Life

Are the soldiers in her mind working hard enough?

The feeling of hitting the ball,
Writing the word,
And creating a new mask.
Will the athlete win the bitter battle?

Who will win the war that's stirring on both sides of the net?
Will she become a winner of words,
or will the words hold the head in the end?
Are the soldiers of her mind fighting hard enough?
Sweating enough?
Bleeding enough?
Killing enough?
Dying enough?

What are these stairs that I am climbing?
Should I know the color of this paint on the wall,
The scars,
Scratches,
Cuts,
Leading me through the plot stages and conflict of life?

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I remember being a child,
once.
I remember when I threw up in first grade,
a long time ago.
I remember the b***h that lied to me in first grade,
I hated her- but I love her now.
I remember my crush and I in kindergarten side by side,
in a photo-I had good taste then.
I remember when there were no tears,
except for when I tripped and scabbed my knees.
I wish I could remember how I became the person that I am now.

When this girl in the mirror start
growing,
cussing,
wearing make-up,
whining about bugs,
and shaving her legs?
When did this girl lose complete sight of herself?
Where did this girl disappear to? Where did she run off to?
What side of the stage did she exit this time?
More importantly...Who is this girl?

Author's Note

Working on stretching it out, I think.
What do you think? It seems a bit unfinished to me. Although, all poems are unfinished.
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Oscar Wilde.

Reviews

[Crazy Cat Man]

A very nice self portrait poem. :)

[Melody]

Thank you. :)

[Michael G.]

You have written a lot of things that do aid in the molding of what a person will become. Interesting thoughts.

[Melody]

Thank you. :)

[Shadow Kat]

Ha, I defenitly like this one a lot. If only we knew at what time we began to change huh? :) Wonderful.

[Melody]

Thank you. :) And if only if only...Lol