Before, she was something else (or was it someone?)
Should it worry her if she doesn’t know?
The fog in her mind mimics the fog muffling the air
Her past is clouded by tragedy and time
Memory slips away like sand on the shore
She feels like a shattered looking glass
Form is in the mind and her is scattered, unraveled
She is downside up, a willow bough defying reason
Is this truly a reflection of her?
The trees rooted deep on the bank before her
Bow under the pressure of their own mighty crown
What does it say that she drifts unburdened?
She was wise, once, and perhaps she still is
Her presence eclipses the she who she isn’t, not anymore
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but hers are fathomless
She is a predator striding silent through still waters
A hungering halo making lazy circuits around her
She is the disquiet in the shadows in the dark of the night
She is wiser now (though perhaps she always was)
The upside to always looking down is defying
Any who would have reason to look down on you, but
Her sigh echos with rattling sorrow through the reeds
There is more to life than becoming more than you were
For what she has lost has indeed made her less
Even if she can’t remember
Base Score: 4 AP (Writing: 233 words) +5 AP (Personal Work Bonus) +10 AP (Other Esk Bonus: 10 AP * 1) Total AP per submission: 19
Base Score: 2 GP (Writing: 233 words) +4 GP (Poetry Bonus: 4) Total GP per submission: 6