Judith
09.19.06 (8:38 am) [edit]
She stood behind the door
Tapping on the glass gently
Seeking my attention,
Or perhaps just anyone who passes by.
Smiling sweetly,
Seeking to charm its recipients
Into doing her will,
Her smile anxious for freedom.
Elegant in her beauty,
Her hair long and black
With streaks of grey,
Tied in a long graceful ponytail.
Such delicate beauty,
So alone,
Misunderstood,
Trapped in her private world.
Each who experience her need
In the end
Knowing they cannot help,
Turn away sadly.
As I walk away changed by the encounter
Knowing that I have been touched,
Branded by her vulnerability
Her memory will never leave me.