Ogre
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.
