So…yesterday was a bit of a beast. I won’t bore you with the gory details but suffice to say I rarely had a chance to sit still, let alone conjure up a worthy poem. So here you are. I’m not sure it’s worthy, but it’s something.
It was the journey that killed her
It was the relentless pounding of feet and fury
It was the constant buzzing
Deep in her brain, that she couldn’t escape
The sound of her own heart
Garish in ears,
Metal hammer clamoring against anvil ribs
It was the uncertainty
The wobble of unknowing
That finally knocked her off
That’s why she fell.
What she could not have
What she could not give
What she was not worth
What she failed to do
All eager hands at her back on perilous edge
It was the pressure
The lid on the pot too tightly sealed
That finally did her in.