Sightless, I peer into
cupped hands
Somehow it is soothing,
this caress of self
I find I do this when
weary in mind
as well as in body
Soft, warm palms block out
the glaring light of reality
a short time...but
it is enough
A deep breath, then
I reappear
No one has noticed
I was gone
Susan, I am sure there would be those who would miss you if you went away. Sometimes we all walk around with blind eyes never seeing what is in front of us all the time. A great write and thank you for sharing it with us my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe no one would notice 'except the readers of your poetry'. GR88888T WRITE ANOTHER TEN