She sits with back facing corner huddled with knees to chest Tears settle quietly finding cheek a place to rest Here she tries to hide The same place her mother chose to cry Where she'd swore she'd never be But cycles tend to continue indefinately...
This is very beautifully written. From the words you chose, to the way you chose to present them. I love it, very prose poetry-my favorite. I love imagery and being very pesonal. Keep them coming and never change your style.
Very nice and to the point. I have only to check whether you ever decided to make a hub of it as it should be although for that, it might be a tad short but who knows. A little explanation of its origin at the beginning and personal introduction and you may have something sensational here. You may have done all this and I may be shooting the breeze but I will know soon enough.
I checked, no you haven't. i would like to see it though. Best of wishes.