An alien
Spirit of desire
Sentenced to instability
Shaken awake from sweet dreams
In a place of lies
Cries for her patience
But steps on her pride
She barely saves face
Scrambling for proper needle and thread
To mend her heart again
An alien
In a foreign place
She is desired
But not wanted
She is cared for
But not loved
Her eyes are not the same
They see things that are not there
Jumping over holes of necessity
Into fantasy
With no foundation
Beneath her feet
Not even a book on the shelf
But crushed behind it
Left to collect dust of neglect
Everyone sees her
But she is hidden treasure
Shining gold left to waste away
Horded in a vault
of insensitivity
Destined to leave the earth
Someday
Being the only one to know her worth
For to all others
She is
An alien
by Nadira Norjahan
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