The Poem of She and I

Jennifer Paige©1997

She perches

On a bar of stone

Her deep eyes persevering

An old soul trapped in a dime made of madness

Her keen eyes find the sublime in dark places

In the mild and the plain

The unworthy

            In me

Society uses her as a stepping stone

Life and dreams shatter before her eyes

            Her deep, clear eyes

            Watch them fall

            Her arms flail

            She tries to catch what she can

            Feet stationary, planted

Buried too deep in familiar Earth

She damns what keeps her from collecting

            The tiny shards

            Sparkling within her grasp

She knows they will cut her hands up

            They are burning and bloodthirsty

            They are my words, thirsty,

            Though not as thirsty as she

As she drinks in the world

            With her eyes

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