by Briel Felton


it took hours

to be okay   enough

before sliding into skin


to walk with chin high

walk determined

& convicted breath



walking across eggshells

breaking the surface


in uncertainty

waiting for concrete

to sprout like

an orchid underwater



droning on

decision made

to love what is

& the mending

of chapped heart


it took years

to love

what’s in hardened casing

that crumbles

with slight breeze

of carefree flip of hair

& liquid tip of feminine hips


it is the skittish decision.

Briel Felton is a Creative Writing emphasis with an interest in poetry at ODU. She writes anxiously and passionately about the small and savory things in everyday life.