I saw her
there
Jocular eyes
and long dark hair
And that
perpetual air of devil may care
I was
curious to know what was on her mind
Would she be
cruel or would she be kind
Her reaction
was not what I anticipated
As I was neither
praised nor berated
Instead she offered
me her hand
And I
grasped it although I didn’t understand
Moments
later I gasped in surprise
When I saw
my life flash in front of my eyes
For the
first time I really saw me
Seeing what
I was and what I could be
Suddenly I
had the urge to break free
To bask in
this joy perpetually
My hopes began
to soar
Until she
stopped in front of a very large door
And
whispered in my ear just before she went through
“First you
have to be me before you can truly be you.”
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