Week of Jun 23, 2014

Being Seen

I see you
hiding behind the clouds
you gathered
or life threw in your face.

I hear your voice,
your chosen words
coming from the distance.
I feel what you won’t reveal.

Do not blanch in fear
at being naked
or blush at being exposed,
you are not the fraud you think.

It you could see and feel and taste
and smell and trust
as you did once,
you would know the truth.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
©2001

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