Nineteen

NINETEEN

Space dimmed by washed out light, A glow from the box shines on her face, Only nineteen and hesitant frowns pierce her eyes, Life is effortless but she knows this isn’t it, Something must be round the bend, Trying and testing her, Like a trial tube experiment, Eyes surveying her every move, Contemplating and fixating on the same thing she is.

Books crowd her, It’s perfect to flee into another world, She walks the tracks of her beloved characters, Seeing what they see and hearing what they hear, It’s not long before she realises that even her favourite characters are waiting for the same thing as she is. She knows that life will hit her hard, But she can’t step out of this dream, Oh what it is to be nineteen. Marie Antoinette