Best Workgirl Poems
It’s tied to her hand
With no dignity or pride, stuck, like a brass band
Day and night it gazes wistfully at the stars
Wanting to visit them and be healed of its dark scars
But no, never, never. The girl won’t set it free
But keeps it veiled behind the impossibility of dreams and hope of jubillee
It doesn’t complain.
It just tousles and smiles and twirls under the wet rain.
Never. The girl just sits, glum and depressed
The rain falling hard giving her no rest
From the disheveled nagging
And tugging at her heart, dragging and lagging
Never, never. She loves it too dearly
They’re friends, forever, until eternity. Never. She stated it so clearly
It doesn’t complain.
Just nobly dances under the everlasting downpour of rain.
Until one day the girl looks up and sets it
free; never to forget their inexplicable perfect fit
The balloon swims higher and higher
Reveling up and up out of the mire
Now the girl sits, free, done. Completely done
With her lumbering work as she glides through the imaginary sun
She sits and smiles
Elated, though the world continues around her, dark and wild