Fabulous

​She found me and silently
clung to me in a tight embrace. 
Surprised by the intensity of her need,
I held her like one holds a sleeping child.
And together
we slipped into Oneness.

She let go suddenly.
She knew it was time
and was ready, right away.

I watched her leave with them
and followed outside onto 
the cobblestone street.

Crowd gathered around.
And there she was, going 
through her moves so gracefully 
so focused on
a flawless performance.

The air filled with Fascination.

Each of her steps infused with practiced 
elegance and skill.
She could do all that...
And she looked 
Fabulous.

They were there too looking so proud 
Oh how well trained she was, how 
obedient...the Perfect Girl.

Now I see her putting on those 
ridiculous shoes 
and I know 
- that must hurt.
She did it anyway.

I wince.
Why are they cheering her on?
Don’t they love her?

She’s in pain, a little numb and at the same time 
happy to please, smiling, even 
content in her pain.
They are her people.

We were One 
just a moment ago
I can still feel her.

It’s too much.
I can’t watch anymore.

By Diana Meltsner
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For all those who give them selves freely to others and their needs and wants. How far to go? How much to expect of others, of ourselves? How much can we fit their views and them ours? Where is a line that we cross and harm begins? Where do we loose authenticity?