Mirror of Two Girls

There I go…watching a young girl across my garden, her body language exposing both pleasure and piety— soil roots tended with naturalness amidst soft gust… Like so, she mirrors this eleven-year- old within, curious though kind with an appetite for daring the unknown: But I’m not prepared to replay this game— I mean, a comeback of my innocence when nights barrage a mind with past transgressions still in need of hubris’ final release …totally unforgiving, an inner critic seethes from unresolved anger. This jovial angel is not me. My pissed off womanhood soaks in an outpour where catharsis escapes me, unless I embrace battles won lost humbly : I am not there yet. O that little girl by the garden and my eleven-year old self vanish that I am left alone to bear new flowers , their tender plea…my choice. --------- 5/03/2019 A John lawless Contest: The Crap Shoot Poetry