Intensity grips the bat-
grit interwoven with anxiety
Nothing less than a home run
wins approval in this boy’s game
The lone girl, I am aflame
with rage of inequality
(Took a coveted bat and
tight fist to get me here)
Dig my feet in and stare down
the pitcher, ready to ignite the field.
(Image my own)
Mistake
Beg forgiveness
Repeat
Appearances sanitize past
Push dirt under the rug
Smother recall
Reason can be fraud
common sense out of order
Suspicions merit
an ear, listen
over din of betrayal.
(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge #135: quotation. “Always listen twice. First what’s being said, then who said it.” Image my own.)
Guilt’s a child –
nonsensical in actions –
attempts to hide,
shame-faced, lies –
Guilt is but a child
holds me hostage –
adult self, emotionally
captive, plays along.
(For Willow Poetry’s challenge: What Do You See – featured image)
Days of building forts
and armies of friends
passing time in imaginary
kingdoms – pretending
to understand the politics of
adulthood.
(Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write about playing.)
One Woman's Quest 