Poems

At The Edge.

 So, inspiration hasn't been coming to me very easily for the past few weeks. But I had a rare moment in Biology when it started to rain, and lines just started to come at me like some shooting star. This, was the outcome. :) 

AT THE EDGE:

She stands at the edge of the cliff,
Watching the clouds roll by.
Watch the gray push away the white,
And scrape away the brilliant blue sky.

The winds blow against the rocks,
Pushing, pulling and dislodging.
It draws her nearer to the edge,
But she digs her heels in, resisting.

And the raindrops crash against
Each other in a cress-cross battle.
As with her internal turmoil, the

Waves start to pummel and shatter.

She stands there for just too long,
And the drops settled on her skin and crystallized.
The rain changes to pure white snow,
And her heart froze in the winter night.

And the ice princess she became,
With the loss of her feelings.
The touch of warmth was meaningless,
And stone she was; unyielding.

But still, she doesn’t move,
Because there is no point.
She had chosen the fate of her life,
With the simple flip of a coin.