Wasted Efforts

This is an interesting piece with a perceivably strong female protagonist. how admirable is the soul that works hard, and how saddening when hard work goes unrewarded.

from the very beginning this poem has a bittersweet hopefulness; "dreams bigger than she'll ever have" and it culminates on a despondent note at the end "waiting for a future that belongs to someone else."

i find myself wondering, though, who that some one else is. is it the moocher, content to steal the accomplishments of others... or a synthetic machination of the self...

is all my waking effort in pursuit of sating a version of myself that is not truly me...

very thought provoking, and very powerful for a short piece. well done.

"Holding onto every collapsing hope
Her ambitions bursting like dandelion puffs"

This line here rang magical, this was a fantastic piece. This poem reminded me of my mom, it really stirs up a lot of personal emotions, which is always a great quality in writing.

"Holding onto every collapsing hope
Her ambitions bursting like dandelion puffs"

This line here rang magical, this was a fantastic piece. This poem reminded me of my mom, it really stirs up a lot of personal emotions, which is always a great quality in writing.

"Holding onto every collapsing hope
Her ambitions bursting like dandelion puffs"

This line here rang magical, this was a fantastic piece. This poem reminded me of my mom, it really stirs up a lot of personal emotions, which is always a great quality in writing.

"Holding onto every collapsing hope
Her ambitions bursting like dandelion puffs"

This line here rang magical, this was a fantastic piece. This poem reminded me of my mom, it really stirs up a lot of personal emotions, which is always a great quality in writing.