The Obscure Little Poetess

The obscure little poetess Leans forward in front of her screen Her fingers fly over the keys As she writes up her little dreams Each tiny key that she presses With her butterfly touches light Brings to life her deepest feelings On her computer screen so bright She pauses for just a moment And gazes at her pink flowers She wonders if her words will bring Those needed refreshing showers She looks inside her little heart And searches with all of her might Trying to find the hidden words That will make her lines come out right She’s lost in her own perfect world Filled with such beauty and delight A change from her hideous world That is filled with demons of night Sometimes on these same little keys A lonely tear or two will fall But she quickly wipes them away As she hears her fantasies call In this place filled with desire She can be a princess or queen With someone who just adores her Who makes love to her every dream She creates the most perfect place Where love never dies or betrays Where all is just goodness and light For the sun never sets for days She hides in this make believe land From the cruel truths of her life It’s where serenity abides For there’s no horror, no, nor strife In her sweet little reverie In her enchanted world of rhyme She’s once more who she used to be A woman blooming in her prime. Eileen Manassian Ghali