Me
I stand with fear. Examining
the motionless crowd. Not a
baby cries nor a person sneeze.
All eyes are on me. For time
has stopped. And here I sit.
Just a motionless lock. Oh what
I would do for a clean slate. To
put me back at the lake.
A light shines down. My burden
lifted. From now on I am free to
be
ME
Copyright © Holly Roper | Year Posted 2014
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