Heads Held High Poem by Robert Kallend

Heads Held High



Little Girl with vibrant eyes,
Stricken with thoughts and emotion,
With head held high the constant question.
Why?

A smile for people who pass,
The fleeting forcefulness, strained!
Alone in a world of many,
Day by day you wander. Purpose devoid.

Glassy eyed and distant,
The slow digression quickened,
The mere sight of him. Anger. Frustration. Disappointment. Shame.

Each day a hardship, tormenting agony.
For he will not change,
His gaze but indifferent.
She dies a little more inside.

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