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| "She Was Her Own Illusion" by Katherine Jeanne Wood |
Final Illusion
She wore faces
like other people wore hats.
There was one for every occasion,
for every person in her life.
Weaving her big illusion
began at the tender age of twelve.
Many houses had been called home,
child made friends left,
familial roots torn up.
When the biggest move came,
she decided to re-invent herself.
No one knew her
in this cold new place.
She could become anyone.
It was hard work, at first,
abandoning the girl she was.
But, each change became more fluid.
Realizing that life slid by with less conflict,
she became what each person expected.
Her faces rode in an invisible purse
she kept close by her side.
One never knew who one would run into.
Her illusion was woven with intelligence
and forethought to survival.
It became magic unto itself.
It manifested with such ease and comfort
that she began to lose herself.
Even the mirror was no longer enough
to call her back.
Today's prompt was to base a poem on a favorite artist's work.
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