The little girl sitting on the floor
knew she wasn't that little anymore
and now was time to stand and think
how much has changed in a blink
of an eye; that how messed up
this sullen world is like a cup.
Cracked and burnt and full of things,
like dusty stones and shiny rings.
All twist and turn in a poky space
pushing each other, it's like a race.
It didn't make sense, it's almost wry
some laugh hysterically while others cry.
She wondered, pondered, trying to comprehend
was this the beginning or the end
of her life she just found out;
she's just a tiny speck in a crowd
of million others of her age,
blank, naive, on the same page;
but she knew how it was,
like a clayey knoll in a blanket of moss.
But when the wind hits at times,
the green is cleared and out it shines.
And she will too, betwixt, she knew;
and face the fire when it will roar.
Oh, she isn't that little anymore.
A.S.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
The little girl sitting on the floor
knew she wasn't that little anymore
and now was time to stand and think
how much has changed in a blink
of an eye; that how messed up
this sullen world is like a cup.
Cracked and burnt and full of things,
like dusty stones and shiny rings.
All twist and turn in a poky space
pushing each other, it's like a race.
It didn't make sense, it's almost wry
some laugh hysterically while others cry.
She wondered, pondered, trying to comprehend
was this the beginning or the end
of her life she just found out;
she's just a tiny speck in a crowd
of million others of her age,
blank, naive, on the same page;
but she knew how it was,
like a clayey knoll in a blanket of moss.
But when the wind hits at times,
the green is cleared and out it shines.
And she will too, betwixt, she knew;
and face the fire when it will roar.
Oh, she isn't that little anymore.
A.S.
