Hiding behind a shy facade
Hoping to not rock any boats
with her passion for swaying
Longing for a way to say
how much she loved
Then one day the teacher said, "write"
Her pen hit the paper
Gradually word by word,
Day by day, year by year
She became visible, alive
And now when I look in the mirror
I can see her plainly
And it makes me laugh.
Jules (January 18, 2014)
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