common thread of our
human desires, needs to be
fullfilled no matter where
our head is laid to
rest in gentle,peaceful slumber
all searching for peace
No matter how many times I have tried to explain, you don’t hear me. You only see the reflection of who you think I am, a far cry from the true me, my essence. Even when you speak about me to others, it is hard for me to hear, the irritation impossible to hide, for you share not whom I am, but whom you would like me to be. Can you even hear me? While you share your stories, I sit here, waiting for the moment to escape, the moment where I am free to be seen as myself.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This Flash Fiction was inspired by the Daily Prompt “Leftovers” and the Flash Fiction Prompt “Irritation“. It is also inspired by a conversation I had with my daughter. Often times we do not see the ones we love as the person they truly are, but through our own imperfections and flaws, or as we want them to be, missing out on discovering the true beauty of the person standing in front of us.