What is it that you see? Perhaps a wallflower,
Standing alone at the edge of the dance,
Trapped between action and inaction
By a sense of powerlessness or fear
Waiting for someone else
To come along and set her free...
Or could it be a mother, taking
A much-deserved, long-needed nap,
Hoping not to be discovered
Until she’s had her rest?
Perception: always colored by experience...
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