A small girl walks past
shrinking inwardly
becoming smaller with every glance
as she races down hallways.
The sound of wheels trails behind her
in her mad dash to escape eyes;
eyes that judge, eyes that bore into her
nit-picking every aspect of her body-
all in silence, all in mystery,
and in thoughts unknown.
Why should you shrink inward, when you have so much to flaunt... Admiring eyes are also rivetted on you... Nika.. why do you think that those eyes are scanning you in a negative way... Why can't they be admiring eyes as well? I appreciate your simplicity and child like innocence... but it is high time to come out of your negativity!
Hello, Nika A Small Girl is a moving poem. My heart went out to her as she raced by to escape the negative judgments she assumes will be cast at her. But then she goes even faster to reach some safe place. It was her instinct to accelerate that was especially poignant, because she will exhaust herself and still need to go faster, faster. Your poem created a tension in me (and I'm sure in its other readers) : I wanted to step into her path, either to shield her or show her asylum. And that's what makes this a necessary poem: your words activate the reader's sense of responsibility for another person's pain. It makes the reader feel compassion, one of our noblest emotions.
Great imagery and great composition...............Nika.......your poems are emotions packed...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full of feelings that captures the imagination and leaves the reader looking for more. well done my friend.