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.
Human perceptions are always limited. Your poem captures the irony of it eloquently.
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ReplyDeleteLife is all about perceptions..And they are only dependent on what meets the eye. Lovely poetry.
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Lovely poem... Speaks volumes... Life always looks greener on the other side
ReplyDeleteYes Ira....... it always does. Ty so much for your appreciation :)
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ReplyDeleteThe grass always seems greener on the other side!
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