Poetry
Hiding In Clear View
(Warning: poem contains adult language)
I’ve collided with a transparent wall,
Not the kind that blocks the light,
Nor the kind that keeps you hidden,
And yet, it blocks and traps me.
I see the smiles of my beautiful granddaughters,
The open hearts of my children,
The love that lives within my family,
And yet, I am here and they are there.
I can see the beauty of the world,
Of nature, of other humans,
The spectacular colors of a New Mexico sunset,
And yet, I cannot go to it.
I’ve immense love to share,
Unrivaled dedication,
A kindness that pours from my soul,
And yet, I cannot feel its connection.
I watch others’ joy,
I observe human intimacy,
I am mesmerized by those with passion,
And yet, my experience is not the same.
I know humans with walls,
But there’s are solid,
They hide there in the dark,
And yet, I stand in clear view but no one finds me.
I’ve lived on this side of the wall
Alone,
For several decades,
And yet, no one even bumps into my transparent wall.
I pretend my smile is genuine,
I can move others with my minute sparks,
Creating revolutions with my words,
And yet, I cannot break through
this
fucking
wall.
27 Jan 2019