The Statue

She burrowed in the shadows

Waiting for recognition like

A flicker in the night

Bearing the burdens of secrets.


Posed as a statue

That's carefully situated

For each passerby to interpret,

She remained without a purpose.


The crowd drifted along

With no clear intent.

They spotted her in their periphery

ignorant to the story obscured.


Then a face in the crowd

Gathered her vibration by

Making direct eye contact

Liberated her with just one touch.


That intimate connection

Between a free-willed being

And a life set in stone provided her

With an unfettered existence.

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