Danielle Ward Poems

These wheels are fast.
Beneath my feet the pavement slides away,
A table cloht jerked from under glass.
Wobbling, on unbalanced legs.
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Wherever you are,
Do you wonder?
I do.
In a twilight bedroom, when the soft summer wind
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I am a breathe,
I am a life.
I am toil,
And I am strife.
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Standing above
The crowds below.
I am smiling.
I am feeling.
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In a breath of wind I stand,
Frog-slimy ground, and shard rocks beneath.
It is not easy to look, much less to walk
Onwards, downwards.
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These are the things of my childhood,
These shining trinkets and baubles,
Tinsel sparkling through girl-woman eyes.
The child that has held these is still here,
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The river is clean, rippled, liquid glass,
I see a reflection that is not my own.
A mirror, a ghost of you. Me.
The world has not changed -
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It is the longest path,
An open road.
I stand at the brink,
Toes tipping the edge, and I sigh.
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Cover up these flaws.
Hide the marks under white silk,
Pretend they aren't there.
Paint a smile on the face you no longer want,
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There will be a time, I know,
When you will become the ghost you are meant to be.
You will smile one last time, steady your dark eyes in mine,
You will flick your hair and lie.
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