Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

comfort

We go around in circles
The same comforting pattern
Drawn in the sand
With our steps

You go left
I go right
We parallel each other
For a time

I follow the path
Carved out for me
Convenience easier
Than foraging my own

The music is not mine
Though I do my best
to dance along
and appreciate the rhythm

I swallowed
My flashlight
Instead letting you
Shine yours ahead
and light the way

and now I
can't see
with my own eyes