Bulletproof

A poem I wrote about gym class :)

Making her way,
through the class.
Knowing near no one,
Attention grabbing as tapestry.
She doesn't care about them,
or her own personal abilities.
Soundlessly moving,
The voices blend into a pounding backbeat.
Emotion and sweat bounce off the high walls.
Cold and robotic,
She walks forward,
arms crisscrossed,
a barrier to the world.
Awash in a sea of apathy,
She has nothing to gain,
nothing to lose.
Sneakers squeak as runners zoom past.
Whats on the line here?
These people seem so foreign;
Harmless as water,
and just as mysterious.
Her heart thumps mechanically in her chest.
Somehow it all seems...
Trivial.
Terminal.
False.
This feeling of invincibility-
will it last?
Can't be sure.
So while its here...
One shot.
One try.
Are you game?

Reviews

[marianne]

Fantastic poem...you are truly a gifted writer!