Rhythms and beats
pulse and play
in her ears as she tunes
out
the world
which moves and changes
around her
Umber eyes
closed and hidden
from the ever watching
stares
looks and glances
that attempt
to penetrate
She stays
strong and ignorant
to the whispers and
awestruck faces,
dark waves bop
and bounce along
with the various music
that plays in her earbuds
fingers dance
and type quickly
the poetry piece
or prose
that will appear
some days the piece
will only
take minutes to complete
other days she'll spend
hours in contemplation
to find the words to share
the ice melts
or the warmth settles
and grows cold
on the longer days
but she perseveres
-ADF
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