Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Rare Orchid
I think of her
as a delicate flower,
a rare orchid,
silently bearing
the storms,
fragile yet
enduring like stone.
Her presence
was always faintly
there,
fading into
the background
like soft,
haunting music.
I bet she hates me
as I would hate
any woman
who stepped
into my light
and made me
a shadow.
© 2009 Bobette Bryan
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