Shadow Sitting
It was an image, dark and eerily gray
for a moment I was sure I knew her way
but within her shadowed distant face
none revealed the treasures of her hidden grace;
there was no smile, no laugh or cry,
you could see the depth in her eyes,
only hair kept her discrete
as life kept her well hidden and obsolete
neither twitch nor scorn allowed her to take her turn
nor mend the heartbreak of love now long burned.
So, as you pass,
don't keep your eyes downcast
lookup and straight or miss your chance
to offer comfort, empathy for her circumstance.
Mystic Rose Rose's Rhyme Story
12/18/20
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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