In a shimmering distorted ripple I hang,
eyes wide open in a fishbowl.
When I cannot see the world surrounding
I turn flips in the clear, crisp water
watching the hair on my head fall in
bizarre strands in the flow of liquid
But when I turn hesitantly to
see you staring back at me,
I become shy,
aware of the fool I really have become in my
Darby is a freshman in high school with a passion for writing. She enjoys creating pieces of poetry to bring people together and connect through their emotional similarities.