poems inspired from the prompts from the blog "The Sunday Whirl".
Words:damp, trapped, husk, shook, bring corners, bundles, climbed, bolts, storm, remain, ash
I am trapped in this photograph.
Seventeen, a damp, bundled husk of myself,
a girl bringing down turned corners
of her smiles to senior picture day.
An almost woman
climbing out of her shell
trying to shake her storms away.
What remains is this ash of memory,
and a bolt of new knowing
that I would never be