Grounded

February 16, 2017
By Anonymous

Shaky hands rest on the knob.
I hold my breath and nudge the door.

Shallow breaths, I step lightly,
in my dark house, my family sleeps sound.

“Where were you?” Her frown says it all,
and I realize, I’m grounded.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo.


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