I Encircled Sit

I, encircled sit

knees to chest

head downturned

eyes closed

lips tightly clinched



hands clasped

drawing legs tight


this fetal position

was a beginning

instead it is

The End.

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DeAnna Shaddy's picture

.....I felt that one. Honestly.

Melissa Rives's picture

hmmm...this leaves me wondering many things. It's making me think...which is the essence of great poetry. But what is the ending of it all? Does it end? Excellent writing!