Perception


He looked at her from the window, each day

Bound as he was to his wheelchair

Tall heels, smart dress, make up

Getting into her sleek car and driving away,

Beautiful and successful, he thought

And oh so powerful.

She looked at him from her window,

Hiding behind the curtain as she put on her make up

The scars of last night’s abuse had to be hidden.

There he was, writing at his desk

Intellectual and handsome, she thought

And oh so committed.

Neither the wheelchair nor the scars were visible to the other,

Finally, it’s all about perception.

Comments

  1. Human perceptions are always limited. Your poem captures the irony of it eloquently.

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  2. Life is all about perceptions..And they are only dependent on what meets the eye. Lovely poetry.

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  4. Lovely poem... Speaks volumes... Life always looks greener on the other side

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    1. Yes Ira....... it always does. Ty so much for your appreciation :)

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  5. Wow!

    The grass always seems greener on the other side!

    Cheers,
    CRD

    Do drop by mine.

    https://scriptedinsanity.blogspot.com/

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