Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

socially awkward (Remove filter)

Fidgeting

While waiting for the bus to school,
I came upon the weighty problem
Of what to do with my hands and feet.

Unused to such quandries and puzzles,
I first thought the answer to be
Simple, like hands in pockets, and stand on feet.

But unbidden, there came to my mind
A picture of myself, standing on my feet.
A plump girl, with her hands in her pockets.

At last I could stand it no longer
...

Read and leave comments (3)

🌷(7)

love's tempestbeginningsself esteemself lovebelongingearly poemsocially awkward

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message