Elusive Dreams

Barbara Lee Norris
I try to hang on to her,
the lovely vision of what she was,
but lose my grip,
the girl and her dreams
disappearing before my eyes,
like vapor on a warm, sunny morning.
No one knows she's gone.
I grieve, yet find comfort,
in the death of an elusive dream.

But wait! I'm wrong!
Everyone knows she's gone;
It is me who is the last to know.
No wonder I didn't understand.
I saw her through layers
of filtered lenses,
each slowly and mercilessly peeled away,
like charred skin from a burn victim,
day after day,
leaving wounds most difficult to heal.

Published by Barbara Lee Norris

I have a BA in secondary education with an English/History concentration. I briefly taught high school English, moved to adult education classes and finally served as a social worker. I've helped homeless fa...  View profile

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