Jun 2015
Jane is playing hide and seek
with everyone she knows
and though she stands before you
you see only what she shows
She shows a tiny portion,
just a little more to friends
and though she stands before you
she has disappeared again
Jane must hide the one thing
that she knows you must despise
and though she stands before you
she is gone before your eyes
Jane is playing hide and seek
with her imperfect soul
and though she stands before you
she has fallen through a hole
18Mar2000
with everyone she knows
and though she stands before you
you see only what she shows
She shows a tiny portion,
just a little more to friends
and though she stands before you
she has disappeared again
Jane must hide the one thing
that she knows you must despise
and though she stands before you
she is gone before your eyes
Jane is playing hide and seek
with her imperfect soul
and though she stands before you
she has fallen through a hole
18Mar2000
I wrote this poem with one person in mind, only to realize belatedly that it applied to a greater or lesser extent to most of the women in my family, including myself, as well as to a number of my friends.
We all have that side to ourselves we want to pretend does not exist.
I have read this poem in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
We all have that side to ourselves we want to pretend does not exist.
I have read this poem in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
