she felt their eyes on her,
probing,
pointing to scars on her faraway face;
she knew they were cold,
trembling like shadows of stars;
she tried to burn brighter,
tried to draw them closer,
failing, fading,
whispering, tell me,
why won’t you stop staring.
THOUGHT PURGE 
Ah, this is a poem that makes me want to know the back story!
Intriguing tale!
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Thanks Mary 🙂
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I related to this on quite a personal level thotpurge – for which I thank you. Scars can certainly make you feel far away – if you let them
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Thanks Jae… yes they do..physical and mental both.
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Such a stunning quad! ❤💜
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Thanks Sanaa.
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An interesting perspective, the blue moon’s response to our appreciation. Cool response to the prompt.
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Thanks so much Sherry..always wonder what she thinks about us 🙂
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How can we not stare in the presence of holiness?
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True… 🙂
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what a scourge we plague to others to have them shrivel in shadows,
happens
i’v had my share of sensitivities
Happy Wednesday Thotpurge
much love…
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Wow! I remember feeling like this moon a few times in my life. I’ve thrived in shadow, but I think of Tinkerbelle, who needed applause to survive.
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Thanks Susan… Tinkerbell from Peter Pan?
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What an intriguing poem that seems to suggest that beauty is not apparent to the owner and would only be aware of it if they were told or had a reflection. Much like the moon!
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Yes, I worked on the premise that appreciation needs to be conveyed and in a way that the recepient feels appreciated…hence the moon. Thanks Robin.
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the quadrille reads almost like a folklore…beautiful…
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Thanks Sumana. Sometimes appreciation is not conveyed in the way that it is either expected or can be understood, I think..which led me to this poem.
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