Great Expectations
I stood alone
staring into my shadow
hoping to see the image
of a friend I know
The epitome of womanhood,
perfection
kindness
hope
eternal friendship
I stood still
hoping my shadow would become light
hoping my shadow
wasn’t really “just me”
I stood alone
I stood still
I stood in prayer
waiting
to see the image of a friend
in me
By Diana M. Bateman
1995 ©
1995 ©
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