Shadow Play

She has a nervous tick
and constantly, she wets her lips
wondering what sin she has committed
to be imprisoned here, with the slow-witted

Upon the wall, the shadows play
She wonders what they'd have to say
if they were given voice
or ever had a choice

and she wonders why she has been given
this gift of seeing visions
appear within the shadow play
found even in the light of day

while others focus only on the light
when there within the shadows, burning bright
lie age-old answers, newly given
only found within the shadow's vision

but she mustn't let them know she has the answers

so instead, she has a nervous tick
while endlessly, she wets her lips
as if she were about to speak
her mind

? Michaelette ?

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