She protects herselfRefusing to believe that she is lovedAnd in that wayEscapes the pain she has knownThe pain that she fears She thinks herself safeBut she is not The things she hides and runs fromRe-appear in other formsShe dreams of waking one morningWith everything all rightAnd she fears it, tooBecause were that ever to happenShe might have to face the realityOf her dissatisfaction Maybe one day she will noticeThe lens through which she veiws the worldIs smudged full across Maybe thenWith courage and effortShe will strip away the smearsAnd finallyEnable herself to view the worldAs it isUncontaminated by the oily fingerprintsOf her past . . . for ipd29 October, 1992mag
She protects herself
Refusing to believe that she is loved
And in that way
Escapes the pain she has known
The pain that she fears
She thinks herself safe
But she is not
The things she hides and runs from
Re-appear in other forms
She dreams of waking one morning
With everything all right
And she fears it, too
Because were that ever to happen
She might have to face the reality
Of her dissatisfaction
Maybe one day she will notice
The lens through which she veiws the world
Is smudged full across
Maybe then
With courage and effort
She will strip away the smears
And finally
Enable herself to view the world
As it is
Uncontaminated by the oily fingerprints
Of her past . . .
for ipd
29 October, 1992
mag