“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.” Cormac McCarthy
Her life is like a two-way mirror.
She stands in the shadows
That shroud one side
While the world revolves
Like a kaleidoscope
Of light and color,
And sound,
On the other.
She envies those who dwell
In the light
And from time to time
Attempts to leave
The shadows behind,
To feel the sun
On her face,
To feel the wind
In her hair,
To know the exquisitness
Of belonging.
But the brutal reality
Of veiled taunts
And silent shouts,
Accompanied by
The shoving
Of metaphorical hands,
Drive her back
To the shadows...
Until the next time.
And she is determined
That there will always be
A next time.
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