Upon her launch into the norm,
A gust of shock throws her off her feet.
“Onto the floor! I command of you!
For you’re not ready to brave the storm!”
On the floor, she refused to stay
No matter the blizzard she must face
There’s no one in command over her
She’ll get up and brave another day.
No obstacle will prove her wrong
For she’ll accomplish independence
Standing,falling and back on her feet
She will launch into norm, knowing she’s strong
Submitted to dVerse for The Art of Confession in Poetry