Unapproachable

Life’s ironic I walk around unrecognized Almost invisible to everyone’s eyes The world is all around me Passengers fleeting quietly by Several doors to travel, the key I have not Usually grouped in two and threes I am grouped in one Mouth closed, ears opened, I am the unapproachable They do not talk to me for they cannot see I am standing in the distance A background, a noise, something yet to be Once or twice I’ll get a glance my way No conversation instigated Because there is nothing to say It’s like the rain coming down In large sheets of water Everyone concealed But, I am like a butterfly My cocoon soon to open Many things to say For now I have the key to many doors Yet to be opened Mouth ready, ears alert, I am the approachable one...... Holly P. Moore September 2012