Thursday, April 21, 2011

Peer Into My Whole


They stare with a skeptic glare
wondering why such a beauty has no man.
Making claims she must be strange
sitting alone with a notebook and pen
sipping her soup and dipping her bread.
They question why?
How can this be when she has no guy
to sit by her cold side.

She takes a glance around;
she is the only one
bold enough to eat alone.
It calms her, smirking, knowing
she is brave enough to brave
the judging of those afraid
of their own alone.

Oh how people have too much wonder
about one another
giving them lives
they know not to be true, like this man
here, wearing shorts with semi dressy shoes..
.
he dresses quite strange yet here I am
trying to give him a name. Silly, Silly
we’re all the same. Yet I go alone,
I’m no different than Jane.
What I see in you is what’s already in me.
Do you see? What you claim of me
is what you see in you. You’re embarrassed
by the loneliness surrounding me,
the shame in my public solitary,
but that’s just how you feel
 
I enjoy the silence between my breaths.

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