Portrait Poem
We come upon a crowded room,
Where presently our character does loom,
Tangled in the voices she
Can’t think straight, or feel glee,
So she sits and looks outside
And tries to go beyond her mind
Out to a place they call divine;
Where people laugh and faces shine
For they all know, who they are,
And embrace this title, no matter if it is bizarre.
The noises cease to strain her ear
As she takes flight and starts to peer, into how far she’s come;
It all begins when she was two
And chose to wear a pink cast instead of blue,
Then jump to seven when she would say, “I’ve decided to be rainbow today.”
Now back to five, where on this day, her life became far from cliché.
Her mind goes blank as she floats back down
To place her feet onto the ground
And continue staring out afar, but this time with altered eyes
Ones that will show no demise
For the things she saw,
Made her realize her flaws, are truly what makes her Me.