a lukewarm reception.
glances in the other direction
biding the moments
before the exhale of freedom
Yes! She has finally left.
For she felt this,
in her conversations
yet she never understood
the reasons behind the truths.
She felt every exhausted breath
slowly inhaled and painfully exhaled
when in their presence.
It is enough – to not be accepted
to know that she somehow
has always refused to fit the mold
and it is not always,
that she chose –
but that she had no other choice
this is the way her heart breathes.
Despite their indifference,
she seeks commonality
a bond with which to hold.
She seeks to find the beauty in their ways,
despite being different from her own
and she tries
and she struggles
to let them see,
there’s nothing to fear,
in distinctive beauty.
For everywhere we see,
stretched forth across our great lands
differing views of beautiful landscape
as though the painter chose
different hues, different tones,
and differing shades of meaning.
Look at the sky, whose glorious beauty
welcomes us all hours of the day
and yet, each sky – differs in the way
it is scraped across the horizon
and what of the plants, the animals, the seasons
do you not see, how their beauty is etched?
It is strange how,
this is where beauty is realized
in the ways that life surrounds us
in the splendor of her different ways
yet when we look at each other,
we starve to find any benefit
Image and poem: © Sumyanna 2017
Written for The Daily Post Prompt: lukewarm
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