child's pose, crumpled like a rough draft
can't curl up any tighter,
she burrows within her protective shell
she begs aloud for reprieve
from the air she breathes
the depths of her soul cry
sutured sadness manifests in untamed tears
the atmosphere is weighted;
with effort, she fill she fills her lungs
with life
silent, stagnant, stale.
permanent, powerless position
time won't stop; she falls behind
running in place, motion averted
the fight within her is gone
her whimpers interrupted --
with a knock
his arms, safe and secure,
gently lift her weary soul
dawn breaks
I've been sitting on this poem for a while.
I think I like it.
Free verse.