Throwback Thursday: An Illusion, by Deborah L.E. Beauchamp

She was a stunningly beautiful girl

dripping in gold and pearls

and clothing from the finest collections;

her name on everything, like an infection.

When she spoke, they gathered around,

listening to every word, to every sound,

What she says must be true,

what she wants we must do.

She had everything that they sought-after,

so they copied every move, even her laughter.

How she talked,

how she walked,

how she dressed,

how she obsessed

but they weren't any happier

perhaps less.

Nothing had changed

it was all just a game.

So be happy about who 'you' are,

it may be tragic

but that's the only magic.

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Deborah L.E. Beauchamp is well past the age of a ‘new’ writer but her experience plays an integral role in her work, shaping her thoughts that she paints on the paper. Deborah writes poetry, children’s books and is a photographer.

Image from Pixabay.