To you I was an open bowl
deep, rich, full, mysterious, endless
I had hoped that you would dip in,
I had hoped that you would drink,
that you would allow me to pour myself into you
and fill you
again and again
You may have touched the rim
You may have peered into my depths
But you were afraid
Or you may not have seen me at all,
for I was so vast and endless
And you were afraid
So you walked away.
And I found myself thinking
perhaps that I was not as rich
or as lovely as I thought,
perhaps my best was not enough for you,
for I was offering it all.
Otherwise you would dare
But you were afraid.

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Sarana Conradie
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