Claws pulling at her arms and legs.
Her movements now slow like molasses.
She climbs, sloth-like, towards the top.
Appearing, to the naked eye, lazy; uninspired.
So subtle; invisble are the claws.
So relaxed her demeanour. She makes it look like
Her lack of speed is simply lack of desire.
That if she so chose, she'd already be at the peak.
But the desire is there.
Being hampered by its enemies.
And she climbs on; smiling.
Fully aware that those claws will grow weary
Far sooner than she.
And really, she is in no hurry.
The journey is an end in itself.
For once she peaks, she knows, the only way left
Is down.
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AND I'M DONE!!!! WOOO!!!
2 comments:
Thanks for my poem of the day.. I wish this was an app so a new one would just pop up on my phone. Angelique's Poem of the Day.. I'll just have to come and see the site everyday for the next 99 days!!
Haha Lexi, going backwards from 100 to 1? Sounds like a good idea to me! You can tell me if the poems get progressively worse hahah. Thanks for reading!!
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