Life Surfaces
restless contemplation
girl sits on a swing
her gaze fixed
comely, resolute
formatting future
she pumps the air
full swing propulsion
leans back, legs outstretched
long hair snakes the ground
body pushing harder, higher
wanting feet to bleed the clouds
like magic happening
to soar out of grimy
to tuck into the sky's release
to slip from the brute inside
his slab of words and deeds
who taunts, "You're just a girl!"
as he covers her mouth with his hand
she wants to jump off
better not
the gravel wounds
she skids to a stop
a small life wedged into cracks
sullen glances
at horizons dislocated
rummaging thoughts
to step out of drowning
hoping her tide leaves no traces
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2021
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