Paper Ball

A poem of musing

You broke the mould
And broke my pride
The plans crumpled
A ball under my heart
I feel a sharp tickle
Under my ribs
From time to time
But it's nothing

How can I dream
Or fantasize anymore
When I never understand
What's happening
How can I be disappointed
When I'm blessed
So vastly by your existence
In my own

I don't deserve wistful
I am a woman now
Even though I feel
A child inside

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Really playful and amazing. Even though woman a child is always inside. We all have this little child inside of us and from time to time it's awakens the innocence of us from the inside.