Dawning Creations

She opened her arms wide,
wanting to take in all the love
she’s been begging for.

Once she lived her life unnoticed,
a wallflower.
She had companions but they weren’t enough.
There could never be enough eyes on her.

Many nights ago,
she prayed to an amulet.
She wished for admirers, wished for lovers,
wished for immortal beauty,
and all the majesty of the seas.

Feeling charmed, she began to go out to the market,
walking around the villages, talking with others.
Compliments started to pour, and
invitations began to burst through her mail slot.
Hands reached out to touch her in greeting.
People began to make small talk,
beautiful and grotesque alike.

She swallowed it up.
She ventured to every invite,
spoke to every one that stopped her on the street.
She soon joined the local theater,
staring in every show.

Every night for a solid month,
she performed with gusto and emotion,
greedily eying the audience that clapped,
cried, reached out to her, threw flowers.
They waited in flocks for her to exit the stage.
They swooned and would almost do anything to be near her.

A few months passed and she began to feel the pressure.
She couldn’t leave without being noticed
and every person seemed like a stalker.
The love became overwhelming,
became a burden she felt she couldn’t escape.
She knew it was her fault
and her responsibility not to let them down.
The people loved her, even though she was nothing,
outside of the shows, the clothes, the persona.

Once she lived her life unnoticed,
a wallflower.
She had companions but they weren’t enough.
There could never be enough eyes on her.

Many nights ago,
she prayed to an amulet.
She wished for admirers, wished for lovers,
wished for immortal beauty,
and all the majesty of the seas.

She dug through her chifferobes

searching for the amulet.
It had vanished.
In its place was a note.
I loved you then.
I love you now.
Why don’t you love me,
signed with her name.