Monday, February 13, 2012

Can You See Me

Can you see me?
Or just a mask?
Everything important tucked away
tucked away
from prying eyes.

When people look at me,
sometimes they see my sister.
They see her mirrored talents
and interests.
I am not my sister.

When people look at me,
sometimes they see my mother.
They see her features
and poetry.
I am not my mother.

When people look at me,
sometimes they see and adult.
They see serious
and intelligent.
I am far from grown.

When people look at me,
they don't see me.
I don't know if anyone can.

I am a little sister,
a daughter,
and a friend.
I am a fairy child,
a dreamer,
and an artist.

Many see shapes or colors,
but they can't see
the picture.
The painting that is me.
They can't see
the centerpiece.

I don't want
for you to look at me.
I want you
to see me.

In my heart
I hold hope and power.
I hold my lord,
my king, and sovereign.

There.
Can you see me?