The Girl Inside

The Girl Inside

 

 

She comes and goes, hides and shows, the Girl inside.

Concealed by Woman host, warned against  tears being cried,

again and again. No lessons learnt the Girl inside retires and waits, for Him.

 

Him is scarce, unexpected, is here with Woman now, unaware of the Girl inside.

Woman is talking, smiling, gazing with eyes open wide.

He smiles suddenly and the Girl, awakes, smiles back, now out of hide.

 

The Girl is coy, as girls can be when playful gambles free,

in happy display with little bidding when Him is here to Be.

Veiled in woman’s years, the Girl shines through, He sees only She.

 

Girl, all fluster and flap, dizzy in muddle, smiles a rainbow and giggles,

dazzling in innocent reveal of the Girl inside, all forfeit to Him as possible beau,

He holds spent breath and paints this memory, as time passes slow.

 

In conjured trick She is gone. He blinks and blinks again but sees only Woman,

beautiful guardian of She, the Girl inside. He in search of rainbows end smiles.

The Girl inside, in doubt of secrets spilled in want of fragile plan fades into Woman,

beautiful trusted friend of She.

No hurt to test, no tears to cry, no eyes to dry, no long goodbye.

She comes and goes, hides and shows, the Girl inside.

Author's Note

A rare thing to catch!

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A very interesting read. A poem that speaks to the inside and shares what is not always seen on the outside. Thanks for sharing.