In stillness she observed
As had always been her way
Not yet knowing her detachmentAlone changed what she saw.
At some late hour she felt
Another’s eyes upon herself
Alarmed her pretense was laid bare
She lied deeper to her soul.
Although uncertain no one heard
She thought she’d keep it there
Tucked inside her heart in pleasing rows
Not breathing hard enough to show.
But now detected she withdrew
Reclaimed observer status
Once again but changed what she observed
Too late to warn herself.
2 comments:
I really like this! It's you!
It's wonderful and revealing, even as it seeks not to reveal. Think Little Prince.
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