When she sings it was enchanting
To meet you staring into the audience,
With a blank gaze that masks all that
She feels, I remember the 11 year old
Inside of me, listening to her sing as I
Absentmindedly looked out of
the splotchy bus window on my way home,
Not in a sparkly dress that elegantly lined my
Figure; nor with perfect blonde curls or
Crimson red lips; but feeling the pain,
The love, and the confidence in her words.
She walks down, emerging through the smoke
Between the white, crystal-fallen trees,
Whispering that this night is sparkling,
This night is flawless, making me forget
About the fight with my mom, the
Pressure of achievement, the shattering pain
Of losing a loved one, and making me leave behind
The imperfectness of my life
And truly stand there,
Enchanted.
About the Author
Karen Lee is a junior attending Virginia Episcopal School. Born in South Korea, she is a young author who focuses on writing poetry and short stories
Instagram: @karen.le.e
