Unfurl My Sail Poem by Charlotte Andreski

There I run, within the lane
I turn to see her next to me- A girl.
My dark brown hair a sleek mane
Through which to her I call,

'I will not run this race in vain
But at the end I will curl.
For you see, I must stay sane
But worse than you, it is my turn to fall.'

She turns to me, thinking in her brain,
'Why will this stranger twirl
Into a place away, a drain
A big soul, flushed away dull.'

It is so hard, but I must refrain,
From tying up the sails right now- Don't furl!
My course to maintain, my speed to regain
Waves beating each step on the hull.

The line we cross, me one step before her, not there to remain.
And off away to perfection I burrow
So not the same, so against the grain
And perfection right on the ball.