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