Dismissed
The shell is different
than the heart of the thing
so she’s stuck
between two worlds
alone
clinging to hope.
To outward appearances
she’s unshaken
a straight forward business woman
managing the corporate mazes.
But those she’s let in
see a different side of her
the renaissance poet philosopher
who paints the world in jeweled tones.
Navy blue pin-stripes give way to
a hidden garb
she doesn’t look like those she loves
doesn’t think like those she walks among
she belongs to both
is overlooked by both.
Neither has found the courage to claim her
because neither understands both sides,
wants both sides.
it’s bound to be complicated they think,
and dismiss the thought of being with her.
Posted by Amanda at August 16, 2003 02:10 PM
