The Girl

A poem about one's drive to thrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Girl

She’s come undone

Her edges are frayed

And she’s been played

 

But they haven’t won

Lots of gumption she’s displayed

From solid persistence she’s made

 

Full of giggles and fun

By her people are dismayed

With her, there’s history to be made.

 

She’s come undone

Only to be remade.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Some people are just made to dance and spin with joy, no matter what happens in a day.

Reviews

[Tommy]

I like the flow of this piece it worked well with the message. nice work!

RLG,
Tommy

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

i like the way this one read! Great poem!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Amazing how some people just cant be broken
or even slowed down for that matter.

I love those people, who can skip through a mine field.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This is a beautiful poem!! I loved the way you describe!

[Solidad]

Sounds like the kind of girl that can't be boxed in. Because in order to catch her you must run with her =) I like this one. J'adore

[Robin]

yes, redefine and grow ~

[Mauricio Montoya]

good one.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

I love this! so adorable!!! x0x0x0x

[larryb]

Clever little poem...I like :)