Lillian P.k


One moment, almost a women
graceful, confident, poised
With lips soaked in cherries
and a tongue full of wit
Organized, rational, peaceful.

next I am just a child
with a bottom lip quivering, my chest
squeezing out sobs
Childish. Unready, unprepared.

Somehow you are still
with me, even though I am
constantly changing
Sometimes I feel I don't move forward.
That I am lagging behind the rest.
That the sky is so big, the expanse too huge.

My little child feet don't know how to
tread here safely and
my stilettos make it hard
You are my balance.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2011
Poem Edited: Saturday, September 17, 2011

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