Her hair flows into thickly currents
Withering through my mind
Grasping my emotions
Like the tides
And waves
of the ocean
Motionless
Trapped;
Pushing farther and wider
And faster
Never a miss
She tugs at my heart strings
So beautifully a violin
She holds on to her hopes
And dreams
Forever wishing she could win
We all soon find out
Life is like a game
We all must play
To reach an
END.

© 2012 Christina Jackson