The Guard
.
She remembers to accept what is
Those things she cannot change
Her days begin with newness
In thoughtful re-arrange
.
But her life of ups and downs
Is erratic and out of place
Her tears arrive unbidden
Leaving pools about her face
.
A wall is there to rest behind
Her heart falls from her sleeve
No need to hold up anymore
The bricks are her reprieve
.
1 comment:
I know what you mean.
Good poem =)
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