Rings of Curls
Choas rang its bell that day
Surrounded by desert
I somehow felt trapped all day
Without her rings of curls
There was no meanig in the world
A sight came to me
A reflection no doubt
In this world all alone
Yet a girl with rings of curls
Stood facing me
Tall and thin
Boots and jeans
A reflection of me
And still someone else entirely
A girl of rings and curls
This poem is about:
My family