Nine Shorts - Ilgop, Yeodeol, Ahop
Graduation
Limbs that quake with nerves
Soon stiffen.
An extended arm, poker straight,
Leads her across the stage
Slowly and gracefully
To the next, unwritten page of her life.
She wields her knowledge
As her writing tool
And begins to jot out the future.
Heartbreak
Love that no longer lingered
In that tired, battle-worn heart,
Was soon replaced by the heaviness
Of dark, wet cement,
Hardening and grounding her.
In that scarred heart,
Love could find new ways to bloom,
Chipping away at the cement
To form some beautiful sculpture.
Pandemic
How much longer?
Fervor is festering within the walls,
Confined in small space,
Gearing up to burst.
Let them out, let them breathe.
The days repeat an endless cycle,
The actions forgotten
In the amnesia of elongated sleep.
How much longer?
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