My body was pressed against the wall.
“Wallflower,” I was called.
Invisible, I had hoped to be.
But there you stood in front of me,
Gazing so meticulously.
You saw my eyes, my lips, my hair.
You saw my body standing there
And wondered why I sought to stand still in camouflage as others roamed free,
And why I failed to engage in conversation and chose to be
A work of art that none could tell apart from the scenery.
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This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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