Thursday, January 10

Finding Neverland

I dart in front, then behind
the curtain changing
masks changing
minds changing
costumes changing

From the wings,
I peer into the faces
of the onlookers

do they see me?
do they hear me?
do they touch me?
do they want me?

I'm not what they think I am

I stride onto the stage,
avoiding a backward glance
in the mirror

I'm not what I think I've become

1 comment:

Texas2Tennessee said...

This poem was written in response to the prompt, "I'm not what you think I am."

Gratitude to my sisters in the Eastword Writers Group for helping me explore avenues of creativity outside my own personal experience.

I am stretching.