The Candid Desert
Desert — a space, void of people which stands tranquil.
Doesn’t utter a word but speaks the silence.
Is it blatant or subtle?
There’s no smoke and mirror whilst it has a debonair avatar.
It’s what it is owing to the forte of being solitary else her traits would have bestowed upon it.
She dawns her day with a pretense along with a side of her that awaits to be discovered; is desperate to come out, but not fortunate enough like the desert which has nothing to hide.
She’s scared that removing the mask would harbinger her vulnerability.
She can be what she is when the doors are locked.
Silence surrounds her accompanied by the friend she looks up to, bides in the mirror who knows her blues…
Circled within the treachery: will she open — rise to her acme and mock the desert?
