Wuss

feeling like a
wuss

the feeb
in her

seems to be ineffectual
now
amidst the
shrubs and bushes
she breaks away

walking under the sun
bowing her head
hiding her eyes
under the shade of
her gray fedora hat

she is not
a quitter all she wished
is that she becomes
another
Bob Dylan

and i know
all the wimps
cannot hold her
back

she simply decides
to be otherwise
beginning
this day

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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