The impish athlete on the track,
nothing can stop her from fulfilling her ambition.
The past binds her to no avail, the future cannot make a dent in her radiant personality.
Driving rain, the blistering weather, the gales of a tempest,
nothing will not stop her from training her limbs to move as fast as they can.
Perfect as she may seems, she is afraid of loss, of rejection,
as she learned all too soon, "forever" is never a possibility.
Yet she carries her head up, her pride unfazed from the wreck.
Indeed, she is the fastest thing with no legs, both literally and metaphorically.
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Ensemble of the Irregulars
PoetryA short collection of poems centered around a motley group of folks. NOTE: Extremely satisfied by 4 Leaf Studios' game, Katawa Shoujo, which not only was respectful toward the unfortunately disabled people of this world, but also served as an educat...
