Emotions wild,
Heart pounding… pounding;
What are these feelings?
Love cowardly crowding in,
No room left for defeat;
Pictures crowd the room,
But memories waver… waver;
Where am I?
The names I recognize,
Spouting from my heart,
But faces leave me blinded;
Two sides,
And they seem to both be mine—both are mine…
Who are they? Why crowd me?
Why am I held prisoner one minute,
And queen of it the next?
About the Creator
Mycheille Norvell
Mycheille has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment, as well as a Master of Science degree in Instructional Design & Technology, from Full Sail University. She has been writing since she was a child.
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