The Tightrope Walker

Lost, alone in this world,
Just now a woman,
But confused on a direction,
So many options and unsure on what to choose,
These decisions have her singing the blues.

Her dark hair and bright eyes,
Makes her childish looking,
But when she's presented with a problem,
Her mind gets on it and her brain starts smoking,
But given the leisure time and she's in the tub soaking.

No ones given her the answers,
Forced to find out on her own,
She's a girl on a tight rope,
Scared to fall or lose her balance,
But now she's a bird with fierce talons.

Almost ready to leave the nest,
From which she was born a scrawny bird,
Emerged from the shell of hell,
Took off and spread her wings,
Never to return again.

Author's Note

I made this for my oldest sister. She asked me to write her a poem I edited one part second stanza fifth line originally said "But given leisure time And she's on Facebook poking" xoxo I hope you enjoy

-a.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I really enjoyed the positive and uplifting feeling to this piece. It had both the serious and yet whimsical energy which made it a piece that I just had to smile at.
Nice Ink!

Aaron