Is it easier not to see me?
Arm extended,
pained, and painted
restrained, ill-fated,
reinforcing the gap.
Is it fear?
That onerous culprit,
slyly lurking about
the soul’s recesses,
perpetually postulating,
promoting propoganda
and plight.
Rigidly restrained,
boasting barricade,
taut and steadfast,
against all possibility
of seeing me.
Though the span
of space you
cling upon,
fixedly stares at me…
With hawkish reflexes,
I stare back, unafraid.
My vision clear and
unfettered by your
optical illusions.
I see you.
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The Adventures Of A "Scorned" Woman, And Optimistic Mom Of Two 
Well, you have done it again! Your writing is powerful and brilliant, which is made clear through this poem! I loved it so much, I read through it twice! xoxo
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Your constant encouragement is invaluable to me. It’s made all the difference. Thank you.
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I see you my friend, always have been an amazing writer, keep it up!
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Thank you so much Jill. Having great friends like you, who encourage me, through it all, is what keeps me pushing forward. 😘
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I have to be honest. I don’t read a lot of poetry. I had to read it a number of times, not because of your writing but because of my wanting to completely understand it. My intrepation, which has a very high chance of not being what you intended, is that everyone can relate to this poem. Not sure if you’ve seen the movie but to paraphrase “Ferris Buellers Day Off”: The world moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop once in a while, you could miss it!” I wonder days if I make a difference and do people see me. Some times you get caught up just going through the motions and take your daily routine for granted. I’m worried about what is going on in my daily life that I miss what is happening around me. I will think of this poem and try to do a better job of “seeing you”.
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