Micropoetry, Poetry, Writing

Go Get It Girl

Things collected
All packed to go
Out through the window
She looked down below
She’d leave in the morning
What else could she do?
She wouldn’t look back
Worse she’d been through
Anywhere but here
She exclaimed with a sigh
I’ll be ok
I’ll be just fine

Morning came
And with it misgivings
Her sleep troubled
Her dreams wouldn’t give in
I’m sticking this out
Improvise on the go
I’m not giving up
It’s time for the show
Resolve in her pocket
& a smile on her face
Go get it girl
Get back in the race