Picture Perfect

re-post of another poem.

She hid behind the shutters,

eyes open,

but never seeing

the light.

 

In a flash,

moods changed,

a frown became a smile.

All was forgiven.

 

Would that matter now?

 

The moment passed,

like a breeze,

swift, prickly, and

unseen, like me.

Yet, somehow it lingers still...

in the present waiting

to be exposed.

 

I want to be that Polaroid

that she would hold

to her chest , and feel

the warmth of her body,

knowing that,

over time,

I would reveal myself,

to her,

bit by bit.

 

She would see me clearly then.

 

She would hear

the thousand words

trapped in that moment,

then she would step away

from the shutters...

 

and into the light.

Author's Note

This one...I just feel like it says it all when it comes to my family.