A one line poem for Elizabeth Helmich’s Chalkboard prompt “Risk”
I just couldn’t stand to be the gray girl
In the nondescript pants, the solid color shirt;
So I crafted a silly hat,
Made and wore an offensive button,
Put on a face that would garner attention.
Somehow the risk of fading back
Into the nothingness of blending in
Was too risky —
The fear of disappearing would become too great.
Here’s where all the fun is: