She, as Persephone,
waits
longing and wistful
billows of hair,
once curled
going limp
She, as Persephone,
is trapped inside,
under, beneath
the wills of others,
and she, as Persephone,
waits
. . .
just a child,
trying to please
and trying to prove
what she feels
is it real?
the mind's oppressing
of body and soul
she, as she feels,
is she real?
