She is an enigmatic spectator
perplexed by this impossible game.
Never knowing when the bell will toll.
Never knowing when darkness will fall.
She wants. She wants to be… here.
She is an enigmatic spectator.
Pretending to know what she’s doing
expectant of something to happen
clutching to the tails of reality
afraid of letting go
and falling into oblivion.
She is an enigmatic spectator.
This global animation is a party
and she dreams of her place in the light.
She is a story destined for the stars
living and learning
hoping – this dance never ends.
She is an enigmatic spectator.
Charlie Ann Alford 
I was very struck by your words. You could have been writing about my younger self!
I’m visiting from the NaPoWriMo list. My team’s site is Poetry of the Netherworld.
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Thank you for popping over and leaving a comment. I am happy to hear my words reached out to you. 🙂
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