Saturday, September 24, 2022


 Blending in,

Through her skin,

With a marvelous glow.

In the night,

Or in the light,

Her colors don’t show.

Plain as day,

tucked away.

Hidden in plain sight.

Will she cry,

wonder why,

No one sees her blight?

Is she home?

Does she roam?

Does she mean to lie?

Is she alone?

Is she unknown?

Could anyone identify?

Is she wrong?

Does she belong?

Does she even want to be shone?

Can she understand?

Written in the sand?

Or is the truth cast into stone?

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