Walking Poem by Petra Creffield

Angry single woman walks the streets
Trying to prop up fickle self worth
Lost in music
In her heart she’s dancing
But nobody out there can see
The depth in the heart of this girl
They see the surface
The mask she puts on
And it fools everyone
Inside she’s terrified of them all
Frantically reassures herself she is safe
In a world too alien and strange
Awkward conversations with strangers
Surreal ones with friends
She smiles
Looks into their eyes
But they don’t see her at all
Nervously she clips the conversation
Sure they have better things to do
Making elongated excuses she leaves
Returning home to her bed
To her retreat
Where none of the wild things are
No alarms and so surprises
The simple soft red womb of her room
Muffles out the grey gloom
That waits patiently at the window
Until the next time