Eager I seek

By Damien Knight

I remember the first time I saw her
Her furrowed brow, amber brown eyes
I painted the vision, her face, on paper
Her every hair a flowing mystery

Her lips, dark pink, pursed in frozen rage
My art teacher asked, “why is she so angry?”
I longed for her heart, her suffering on the page
Her concerns, her world was locked to me

I closed my eyes, as I had many times, to see
At 19 I too longed to be free of my cage
Her face the only solace to find me
Yearning, I relearned to meditate, to lucid dream

As I had been taught many years before
I guided myself through my shadowed mind
And there I saw, taunting me, a bathroom door
I opened, there on the other side I found her world

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