I feel like sharing the poem I wrote the other night, the one about the picture in t's office. This was one of those that just flowed out of me and I wasn't even aware of writing part of it, when I read it after, I was like I wrote that? I love it when that happens:

Carefully, slowly, she smooths each hair
away from her face
before placing the mask once again
over who she really is.

She waits a moment before opening her eyes
to give the world a chance to settle again
even secretly knowing it is never she
who is off balance

but the world she views from within.
Her silent mind and wild heart
know, they both know
that when she opens her eyes
still no one will be looking in.

But again she will watch the world,
sending out her love as she waits and hopes
to catch a glimmer of it coming back
to her.

And when night falls once again,
she'll remove the mask
ignoring the tear that lingers on her cheek
as she places it on her mirror-table…
because soon, she will escape once more
into her dreams.