So she sits. It sits. Resilient. Unbreaking. To broken mirrors, and distorted gazes that pass by her daily. Little by little, prophetic illusions eroded away, it is but a painting. An image. Of a girl who is sitting. Who sat. Who was sitting. The painting. It sits and is waiting. For someone like her to come along and listen. To a painting that is waiting. Who waits. Who is waiting.
i’m waiting.
i’m sitting.
here, listening.
to you
as you read,
these words,
that I’m speaking
to you.
am I,
resilient,
holding
on
to what
you may
ask of me
why, you may ask me
my answer is –
why, you may ask me
so here is
my answer –
yes, please do ask of me
IMAGE SOURCES: GLEN DHALMAN/FLICKR; CIRCASASSY/FLICKR; ALANNA RISSE/FLICKR