Prodigal Daughter

So here is a poem I wrote about a women I used to see every single morning on my way to school when I lived over seas. So comment me and tell me what you think (:

Virgin Mary

early in the morning

before the sky is painted

before the birds are tuned

she sits there

every morning she is there

standing tallin a little public yard

gazing upon

The Virgin Mary

such a small figurine

with a mundane expression

encased in a house of iron and stone

embedded in a rock

standing strong

as the commotion of the city

rushes by

just a few feet away

silent like the statue

motionless like the stone

on show for all to see

silent

motionless

the woman sitson a frozen granite bench

watching the tiny statue in awe

from my warm seat on the bus

full of uncouth children

her thoughts I wish I knew

to satisfy my hungerof curiosity

and as I look at my surroundings

the dusty seat

sand dirty windows

I wish I was that woman

sitting freely in the wind

but my daily rituals call to me

casting chains onto my mind

enprisoning me in a seperate world

so I must let this woman

and Virgin Mary be

First Post

Hello world!
This is me.
Life should be.

Life should be what?

Hello, my name is Breezy, and I am a teenager (pause for adults to shudder) but don't worry, my parents have raised me well (:

In fact, my father is the reason I have this blog.

Well not THE reason, I mean I guess I have one other reason.

My shrink. Or physciatrist, whatever you want to call it.

During one of my last sessions with him he was talking about how he had a blog, and we were talking about my poetry, and I figured it was about time I started showing my works to the world!

So World, what do you think?
Should I post some poetry?

I just wrote a new poem, dedicated to a former friend of mine. But we won't go into detail, it's not a very nice story =/

Goodbye World.