She’s our winner
She walks straight ahead
Not looking where she’s going
She’d rather be dead
She’s walked so far to be our winner
She’s broken all her legs
Her stride is no more
No more can she walk, now only crawl
No longer a winner
Now a simple, broken doll
She can’t see the crown anymore
She’s blind by her foreseen light
Not seeing where she’s going
She crawls into the dark to be seen no more
She doesn’t know where she’s going, or where she is in the world
She doesn’t know her name anymore
She can’t see her face
She never had a voice
Is she even still here?
She’ll always be our winner
She’s such a winner
Such a winner
She can’t see failure
She can’t see at all anymore
This poem by Creative Writing student Alexandra Murphy ’28 was inspired by artwork by Zoie Deane ’25, which was in turn inspired by a piano piece performed by music student Faith Marshman ’25.
