curled in wounded
fetal pose
of slight and slighted
frame
rocking back
on tilted world
in locked down
listless shame
feet asway
in aimless buzz
at paths no longer
tread
eyes that close
in weary give
to quell that fight
in head
lone lashed back
in curved defeat
pays homage
to her war
as soft steel heart
in stealing beats
screams back
and yells
for more
lifeofawillow 
Love it! Beautiful as always!
Thank you so much!
How do you do it? Every time? So short, but so full of sweetness, and so very rich …
Wow. Thank you! What a wonderful compliment. Greatly appreciated 🙂