Hidden

Do you see her?
Not the body she’s crafted to hide behind,

But the burning soul, the untapped passion boiling underneath.

Do you see her?

 

Not the sarcasm, the humor, she wears heavy as armor,

But the tenderness she tucks carefully inside the pockets of her favorite coat.

 

Do you see her?

 

Not the dark shadows she wears as a distraction,

But the notes, the lyrics, the color raging below her freckle scarred skin,

Begging for an artist’s release.

 

Do you really see her?

She’s hiding in plain sight.

cswhitlow

 

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