Broken Arrow

You hear it fly past you Unencumbered by your presence Or your judgement Of its path. Not straight Or expensive It's withered Broken Yet unrelenting.     She's got that look in her eye of a fighter You feel like she'd take your head. Life contains no meaning to her Matters not to her if...

Some Things

I sensed a bit of weakness in her As she pushed her glasses up And continued on about her day. Things loom inside of her People never see, or ask about Yet it always gets in her way. Tells me she feels suffocated By a long and tedious life That definitely did not go according...