Concrete Poem by Donna Dolorical

The sand has been poured in
The water helped harden it
Struggling to break through
She tried bashing her way in and it's hurting

Now she's just tired
There's little left to be desired
And she won't wallow in despair
After all, she knows she can make her own way

The challenge now is to leave in grace
Here even the buoyant sways
Her self-possession goes a long way
But once she goes, mightn't the donkeys bray?

Alas, circumstance has conspired
Ready to take flight, only, the sky is a bit mired
Sighing and resigned, she resolves to bide her time
She has endured this much, would it kill her to endure more tripe?

For now, she no longer bashes herself against their tide
Let them walk with eyes and ears closed, so what?
She'll keep silent, ripen her yarns on the inside

At the end of the day, real listeners will flock to her anyway