There was a girl
whose mind had seiged
in war against her body.
Once it had seized
its' precious prize,
a little of her soul.
To dash her dreams
inside her head,
inches at a time.
Until the day
she took to sword,
and slayed the dreadful beast.
A piece of mind
for peace of mind,
a chance to say the least.
Now whole again
though some has gone,
she cast away behind.
To be a girl
to seek out prose
for a beautiful mind.
January 3, 2008 |