Prose

I know y'all are probably sick of me posting silly poems on here,

but this is my blog.

So.

Tough nuggets.

I haven't come up with a title for this one yet,

but here goes:

Here I stand

Yep.

Two feet firmly planted

Holding up two legs

with the rest of me balanced on top.

Anyone could look at me and say,

"That girl, she's standing"

"But what?"

I ask myself

"Am I standing for?"

Freedom? Equality?

Faith?

Life?

The right to bear arms?

The right to bare arms?

Or simply the right

To be happy

And do my best

To make others happy

Too.

I only hope

That whatever I stand for

Is important enough to someone

that they will one day

find this place

And say

Maybe to a friend

to a grandchild

Or just softly to themselves,

It was here.

Here, she stood.