The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

I grew accustomed to the stoic faces of locked doors.
How they looked at me, whispering, "Not today".
The staring contest would continue.

I've become more fighter than talker.
More force than potential.
I stopped trying to negotiate.
I refuse to let a hinge be unbroken.

My foot has become mallet.
I've unlocked secrets the world said I'd never see.
Broke down more fortresses than Knox.
And my ankle is killing me.

~Written by: Virgenal Owens