Laughing Eyes

  
Walk a mile in her shoes and you’ll know the meaning of insipience 
Abuse has no next of kin it anger’s the soul and provokes insolence
Gone are the carefree days of youth, 
As she is introduced to things uncouth
Weariness, alertness, withdrawal and loss of innocence are things in use   
After the laughing eyes and simple smiles are gone, she’s a bit abstruse  

She recalls the child who outran the wind, on legs of iron and stud steel 
She recalls the voices in her head, the ones that taught her, not to feel  
A road- kill a gavel and done      
A quarry was closed in the sun    
She’s tough and she’s rough and she fights like a girl, they call her a ***** 
Perhaps she’s the one they called out of the game, before her great pitch 

Walk a mile in her shoes and you’ll know, the meaning of always be quick
Abuse has no next of kin it’s a fast burning wax, through a fine prickle wick 
Gone is that solid confidence 
Though she feigns indifference 
Weariness, alertness, withdrawal and loss of innocence she cannot release 
After the laughing eyes and simple smiles are gone, she’s a bit abstruse 

March 17, 2014