Contemplation Upon Advice (Taken To The Extreme) Poem by Jemima Rivas

Good gosh she must proclaim
A strange unbelievable stress
A brick wall she built, I take
Good gosh I must say she made a big mistake

There was this fellow who claimed she interested him
That I spoke not of before
His hope she defused, she did refuse
I must say that his woos, she did ignore

This guy sat near her in the taxi
He bounced he winked and smiled
She caught a panic attack
And started trembling fearfully

There are many instances
Where she also faltered still
Her best friend tossed her his heart
And she broke up with him

Memories of her papa
When she was but a kid:
“Keep your virtues child
And cherish them with all your will”

His lessons she kept dearest to her heart
Even though they were decades apart:
“Careful who you let handle your heart”

In church she met this lad
He was the cutest heavenly thing
Once he said he liked her
She became the knottiest thing
At that very instant she was done with him

Was her papa wrong when he told her,
Shield her heart?
Will she never be able to laugh and smile and
Toss her curls?
Would she ever be like those other girls?

Is she a pole?
Or is she as useless as rare old stone?
Good gosh I am sure it couldn’t be
For she says;
“My knight would soon come rescue me.”