Free Verse

Sitting against the wall,
Watching the other couples dance.
She’s the definition of a wall flower,
No one takes a second look.

Romance movies make her happy,
In a very sad sort of way.
Watching fireworks alone,
Eating ice cream by herself,
Her sole company is her imagination.
People may think she is alone,
But in her head the seat across from her is occupied.
She hears about people getting together,
She reads about people breaking up,
Whispered words that spark jealousy,
Fights she doesn’t understand,
About stupid things,
That seem trivial and unimportant.

Too independent for her own good,
All she wants are fingers laced through hers,
And strong arms around her waist.
A hopeless romantic to the last.

A small voice constantly reminds her,
That there is someone out there waiting.
But she wishes other people would stop telling her so.
She’s tired of the sympathetic looks,
The quiet nights alone,
And the books with the happy endings.
She wants the guy to get the girl,
But the fiction drags on,
And creates a reverse frustration.
Reality makes her cynical,
And she laughs at the world as she spreads her sarcasm,
Hiding inside are the echoes of her loneliness.

It’s the curse of a small school.
The fact that everyone else,
Seems to be anything but interested.
And the few who were, were wrong.

Despite her loneliness,
She puts on a brave face,
And listens to Snow White’s lyric hope,
And emulates Belle’s want for something grand.
Someday she’ll have what she dreams about,
And she’ll find her better half,
But the time it takes to get there,
Is the struggle she must win.
Because alone, is alone.
Not Alive.



(c) S. Schnoebelen