Upon the evolutionary tree,
she resides up at the top
Her development a mystery,
her mind doesn’t ever stop
Encased in a shroud of red,
she ponders away the days
She wishes to slow her thinking down,
and just go out to play
Her parents push her ever still,
to rise above the rest
To beat the challenge to better up,
to ace the final test
Her time is never of her own,
the clock it ticks so fast
She started out as just a child,
but those days have long passed
Reaching that ripe old age of twelve,
she is considered an adult
She’s has never known much fun
but that is not her fault
Pushed to the very brink
then shoved over the line
She dreams the day she’s left alone,
that moment would be divine
Her moments come she has found the day,
her thoughts are hers alone
She sits there mortified because,
to her this is unknown
Alone she cries afraid to live,
her life does haunt her still
Forever she is lived for someone else
and knows she always will
Author notes
http://lady-dementia.deviantart.com/art/Wintersun-37953800
A contest entry
- Come Get Your Pic Prompt! by foreverair.
500 points, ended September 7, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow...
the ending left me speechless...
i would never have been able to come up with this based on the prompt...
so, great take!
i really understand this poem (if in my own way); always pushed to be better than you are, better than everyone else is;
to have others always make the decisions for you, and never having a say in the matter;
not a child, because playing was not an option, but still definetely not an adult, because youth and ignorance are still a part of you...
beautiful, terribly beautiful, concept you have here....
thanks for entering, and i wish you the best of luck!
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your prompt is
http://lady-dementia.deviantart.com/art/Wintersun-37953800
please credit Wintersun by Lady-Dementia
remember, if the pic truly doesn't inspire you, you can ask for one more
thanks for entering, and good luck!
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