Spiky walks up nine flights of stairs.
This time she is prepared.
Prepared to be relaxed, herself,
And that things will be different.
A new door opens,
She sits in a handmade chair,
The woman in front of her
Has had her fair share of life.
81 to be exact,
But the spirit of a curious kid.
She asks Spiky questions,
Questions of her travels,
Questions on how she knows Todd.
Questions on her short film,
Filmmaking and the whole lot.
Things are going to be different.
Nothing like it was with Miss P.
Working on this documentary
Could open more doors
Spiky believes.
Note: Updates every Friday! If this is the first poem you're reading in To be a Straw Hat, the story starts from the Prologue.
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
