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HIDDEN

Her hair, a long and
tangled jungle,
sanctuary in thickets
of black tresses,
Covering, protecting
the fearful child
of hurtful images.

Her eyes peer out
through the darkness
of the secret place
in which she dwells,
...(once, she almost cleared a path
through that jungle,
but it proved
to be
too risky)

She's looking, searching,
for other eyes to see, to know,
without being seen,
being known herself,
So she stays inside
the security
of the loneliness,
behind a fragile shell,
protected by the jungle,
...And all her secrets
are her own.



No longer a child,
but always still
a child,
she is like
the rain forest,
whose mysteries
have been exploited
by those who
will never know beauty.
It's lush foliage
stripped and bared
for selfish greed,
And now, like she,
can no longer hold
its secrets safe.

She was sheltered so long inside her dark jungle
she cannot bear the light
...And now will be exposed
There's nowhere left
to hide.

Did the puff of smoke
of her
dissipate into nothingness
through her fragile
cracked shell,
Or did she just retreat
further down ,
to be dissolved into
the blackness within?

Her eyes reflect
nothing now,
because there's
no one left
inside.

Did someone ever live
behind those eyes?
Or was it only
a fleeting image?
... I'm afraid
that they will know.