Story Of A Girl

There once was a timid little girl
Aloft on a dusty purple swing
Her head was lightly inclined down
Slowly, she began to sing

She was far from picture perfect
Her face was somewhat bare
As great books can't be tasted
By the worn-out covers they were

Her head was quite imaginative
Her stories heard by all
The people saw a new light
She grew out of judgments call

She went through many things in life
The agony of falling, the pain of a loss
She sliced through them like a sharpened knife
She battled out for a worthy cause


by arafella 2005