Watcher
written by: Ginny M. Jones
She’s a watcher now
Fellow man she observes
Her truths are dao
She gives all she deserves
Dives deep in your eyes
Windows of the soul
Therein no disguise
Your value she beholds
She’s a watcher now
Salt of the earth
To you she will vow
The measure of your worth
Words all but hollow
No more than easy speak
The actions that follow
Are that which she seeks
She’s a watcher now
Behind the curtains’ fall
No longer kowtowed
She will volley your ball
Wise to the game
Returns what is served
To them goes the shame
Her love in reserve
She’s a watcher now
Fellow man she observes
Her truths are dao
She gives all she deserves
I have always been a writer, letting my thoughts and emotions spill out on paper where I can express myself in a way I can’t do verbally. Perhaps because some things are too difficult to verbalize. Some things you can’t bear to say out loud. Once they’re given voice they become living extensions of ourselves. So, at a young age, I began to write. I wrote in notebooks and on notebooks. On scraps of paper and abandoned napkins. My mother saw this and bought me a journal for my birthday one year. I remember flipping through those blank pages envisioning my words written on them, thinking that now, finally, I could say some things! I'm still saying some things.
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