a Poem by Raquel Swann


There’s an ogre in my path, blocking

my way through. I have heavy burdens

to carry onward. Am I expected to move

moutains? Am I expected to engage this

terrible beast? I sit here and think for

a moment or two. The Ogre catches

my scent and roars. He was prepared

to battle from the very beginning. Perhaps,

I should have been too.