Voluptuously undisguised, a mirror of unorganized
preparation, set before one complaining.
Knowing naught from whence it came, tried desperately
to place a name or label on it.
Terror-stricken, it stepped back, refusing to be
identified with like applicants.
Surveying severe limitation, sitting back on it's
haunches, requiring time, needing space.
Tuning in, surrounding it, keenly sensing the
doubting of self, a lack of confidence, self-effacing,
self-esteem, no longer finding nor desiring, pinning
a label to it.
Drawing out inner depths, displaying strengths and
talents, long lain within, helping to resurface
them.
Looking, really seeing what is here, no longer
voluptuously undisguised, but gently recognizable
as the mirror image, once distorted of self.
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