Down, down, down she will go.
Where she will stop only she will know.
She tripped, she fell, she skinned her nose.
She bled a ribbon that dripped on a rose.
She lay there in a panic for hours
and then came night and quieted flowers.
she lost her will and all her power.
Nothing new but a greater cower.
Get up girl; the stars you will meet.
You'll feel their strength and forget defeat.
You'll find the future and march a new beat.
The cadence will propel you and always and forever will taste so sweet.
Tricia Markin 2/8/10
About Me
- Tricia
- Who am I? I am many things in one; a constantly changing package. I am a friend, a sibling, a daughter, a listener, a learner, a poet, and an artist.
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