The Growing Fawn
- Anonymous
- Feb 7, 2024
- 1 min read
As a demure fawn rises from the ground,
A silent whistle, detected yet not acknowledged
In the alleyway of the night
She calls for help but is not heard.
A mature fawn prances in the grove,
She sees the squirrels and the bears and the birds
All singing, loud and clear,
She joins in, a ghost of desire.
She aches, agonized, alone, afraid.
An elderly fawn struts through the mud,
Each step golden with pride
Amid a miracle of abundance,
She doesn’t look back, not once.
Author's Note
It’s meant to symbolize women and their struggle to be acknowledged but it shows that they don’t give up.