Her Quiet Power
I wrote this poem about a character I’m developing for a short story.
She has a power unlike any other,
a ruse that keeps them all from coming back
She wants to get so close, yet pulls away
Unknowingly becoming like her dream.
It started long ago; that frantic dreaming
and reoccurred each night: awake, asleep,
half-conscious, comatose, she fell in love
with thoughts of knowing everyone too well.
Now all of her respect for troubled souls just
disintegrates instantly at their feet.
Not recognizing affability,
They heed her word, and quickly step away.
Lonely, but not alone - she knows the answers
Understands how to navigate this life
Assumes her role: with quiet admiration,
she helps the others, unbeknownst to them.