when she wallows in melancholy
she goes beyond..
what is expected,
hardened,
drowned,
and she passes by everyday
with her head down.
shoe laces untied and dirty,
hair uncombed,
tears welling up on those
black, shadowed eyes..
who could have known her optimism died
with her pride?
hardened
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May 5th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
A gritty melancholy.
Perahaps the use of ‘wallowing’ could be reconsidered?
May 7th, 2008 at 10:21 pm
a descriptive … that hits as a prize in the eye… keep writing them One Peace at a Time