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Spectra

by Richard Vince

Why are you hiding?
Why has it become a skill
To see who you really are?

The futility of it all...
All they see, all they can know,
Is your disguise, designed
With a sleight of hand
To mislead all but me.

Perhaps that is why I
Create fear in you; I see
All that you hope to hide,
And fail to see
What is not really there.

The way you held on
Just a moment longer
Makes me wonder if you
Are beginning to feel uneasy
In your self made cage,
And are really wanting to be seen.

You need hide nothing from me.
I know that we are all
Spectra, woven from threads
Of a million different colours,
Dark and light. I will not
Judge you; it is not my place.

I know that what I ask
Is not easy; I have not even
Achieved that level of
Honesty with myself, but
My failure does not
Invalidate your need for success.

Someday I look forward
To seeing you. I know
You're in there, somewhere.

06/04/2006

Posted on 06/17/2006
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 06/21/06 at 04:36 AM

Sometimes we wear a mask so long that it has a tendency to meld itself to our faces. Every now and then, someone comes along hoping to help remove it. It's nice to know that those someone's exist in this world. Nicely done.

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