Word-filled accolades for decades to assuage egos
often times fall on deaf ears to the uncertain and lost.
Kudos through the checks and balances of loved ones
offer assurance in the realm of worthiness at a cost.
Damsels, too many, equate self- identification to thoughts
or obvious nods of approval instead of sentiments real.
‘Tis a dream to those who see beyond the glitzy facade
that they suss what isn’t pure and squash transparent appeal.
They are of virtue, they embody a commodity
realized by faithful warriors in formation from the dawn.
An ostentatious being, laced with fragility, exquisite like a teacup
not quite out there, just a glimpse of presence-a tragic fawn.
© May 27, 2018