The Question (2005) Poem by Lillian B. Rose

Here I sit as you wander on by
Blind to the misbeat as I hold my breath
Blinking in surprize when words find my ear
I don't think you contemplate me
As my wary state of nerves
Masks what you don't see
The reasons for so long hidden deep
Inside a heart struggling to make
Its intentions resound like the echoing
Of the canyon in the early morning dawn
So do I have the will in me
To reach for a star, finding comfort
In a loving pair of arms
Or must I again hide my face in shame
Feeling I can do no better
As you turn to walk away