A few weeks ago, I wrote a poem inspired by a song I’m currently working on. This is another in the same series; you can read the first one here.
People think
It is easy.
To be her.
Sometimes, it is.
When I sit
In a cafe
Nestled in the mountains.
Where no-one
Stares.
Where no-one
Wonders.
Then, it’s easy
To be
Her.
It’s obvious,
who she
is.
But
The mountains
Are gone.
She’s not here.
It’s just
me.
Jena Ren – 2022
Jena Ren 
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