In fear of being singled out,
Teased and hurt all over again,
She keeps herself safely hidden.
She felt the need to hide her face
As if in some buried disgrace.
For in memory she is still haunted
With visions of being ridiculed and taunted
During her long ago school days
Where she would fall in a familiar maze
Of classrooms, corridors, and hallways.
She often fretted and wondered
Which unkind classmate was around the next corner?
So, even today she fears that same stabbing rejection
Although longing deeply for one true friend,
She remains ever quiet; hardly speaking.
How she has learned to hide her pain
With her solemn and non-committal facial expression;
In the midst of a crowd, she cleverly blends in.
She walks around town with
Her covered head tilted down,
Never looking up, never seeing
The sweet beauty of day or the warmth of the sun.
She misses the rainbow’s arching arm
In the quiet calm after a thundering storm.
She misses the watchful eagle
Sitting high on its rocky pinnacle
And his sudden majestic dive
As he soars through the sky.
He glides over the crystal blue river
Spying a fish swimming like a quiver.
Fear and lack of self-assurance prevent
Others from seeing her true consonance;
The unique person she is meant to be and her
True personality ever so carefully
Buried and shielded, so mysteriously.
But oh how she desires and longs to be
A courageous and different person, so free.
But that old foe, Fear, keeps her hemmed within
A deep darkness but soon a light does penetrate in
As one fine noon day, she decides s to be brave
Determining she had a new path; a new trail to blaze.
For it had occurred to her that she indeed had the ultimate choice;
She could remain always sheltered or make known her own voice.
As finally it dawned as she was quiet and reflective
To start thinking differently; a new perspective.
She realized that in the heart of the matter
It was she who kept herself so silently sheltered;
There was no one else but
Just her own timid self
Allowing her being to be trapped
By old recollections of her past
Which robbed her of joy for today
As deep inside, her spirit withered away.
So she promised with a hint of trepidation,
But also with a note of celebration,
“I’ll try, I’ll try today!
to let my face be seen; not hidden.
Oh yes, my hidden face will be seen today.”
I relate to this so much. Lovely and penetrating truth!
Thank you, it was actually a hard one to write.
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I can imagine!
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