Constance
Having escaped from her attic on a bright summer day,
Constance skipped through the forest in fantasy play.
Flowers abloom; vibrant colors mix with green;
Constance found amazing beauty in everything.
A shy, maturing girl with only imaginary friends;
Flourishing happily in a world full of pretend.
In a pool of fresh water from a spring underground,
Constance knelt to take a sip and a beauty she found.
Where once was a little girl, a young woman she saw,
Whose beauty, adorned with flowers, left her in awe.
The reflection of her face in the rippling pool,
Smiled back with satisfaction in the water so cool.
Although unsure of herself in many different ways,
She saw confidence growing in the face that she gazed.
The water refreshed her when she finally took a drink,
But the reflection was more fulfilling for Constance, I think.
by, Joe Flach. For Constance's "Reflection" contest.
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