What if the
Whole of me
Was on display
Not just one
Tiny window
Showing only
My face to all
Looking in, but
An entire house
Made of glass
Allowing light
Into every crevice
Of my being
Even in the quiet
Corners of my heart
Where only
A certain few
Are allowed to look-
Would those
Who peer inside
Truly see me for me
Or only the things
I have carefully placed
In the background
Wow, this is really, really good.
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Thank you, River.
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You’re welcome.
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Kelley,
I love everything about this poem. It’s vulnerable and pondering and real. Bravo you!
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Thank you, Ali. ☺️
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Superb! I have an utterly cluttered background but for the most part I did place all those things there, some “carefully placed” to obscure others … I love the challenge here, although I cannot clearly distinguish “me” separate from the clutter surrounding “me”. This would be a good daily read.
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Thanks, Jazz!
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Bravely done, most of us shy away from the reality of the bright lights…
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Thank you, Ivor.
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Oh, this is gorgeous! And brave and beautifully put, all in one package:).
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Thank you. ☺️
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