She buries
herself in
illusion, a
thousand half
dreamed fantasies
draped about
her in a cocoon
of self denial

Moving with
an inborn
grace, like wind
under the prairie moon,
she gives herself
away. But
she refuses to
see her beauty,
she will not
face her pain.
She fails to claim
her birthright,
though it's
plain upon
her face.

So she is a clown among
the gods, failing
to acknowledge
the true beauty
of her soul.

AcB 4.24.99