when she started to climb

when she started to climb

the sun made it hard to see

the faces in front of her

so she stumbled and fell

to the wind

who picked her up 

and blew her away

she found herself

in front of a small brow house

though her eyes were covered

and stung from the suns stare

she didn't know were she was

she didn't know if she was safe or not

so she walked through the wooden door

saw the welcome mat on the floor

she looked up t the sun 

and said

"i'm home"

Reviews

[Fatema]

'tis so beautiful piece :)

[Khawaja Musadiq]

This write up is really a good one. (Y)

[cemily]

This is an absolutely beautiful poem. The imagery is just so strong.

[Amy R]

what a beautiful imagery,
thanks for sharing...

[Asra Hakak]

I just loved the use of imagery in this one

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Vivid imagery.
You took me on this tiring trip with your words.
Loved the end!