Name like a flower for a soul
That seems to be wilting in full bloom,
Just because she'll never be thin as a pole,
Her smile's aleays tainted by gloom.And nevertheless, she moves on,
Chasing dreams, choosing a path
While ignoring the options foregone
As if life was as easy as first-grade math.And for years, she studied medicine
To become a nurse, while her heart
- so caring, kind, pliant like tin -
Reached the point where it was headed from the start.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.