Lauren White currently resides in Orlando, Florida and is a full-time engineer. She writes poetry on the side as a therapeutic outlet. For more writing samples, follow her blog at https://hellolaurentms.com.
The Winds
looking at my lone
reflection and feet in the puddles
in the morning hours
hail cab to next adventure
on the fickle winds of time
Out at Night
Riding my bike through
New York night shimmers and glows
People watching to
My heart’s content oh
How the freaks come out at night
In the Right Light
In the right light,
No one notices anything
The shadows run away
to play at the edge of perception
In the right light,
I am resplendent
You look through my wild eyes
Both glorious and glistening
But they see through you
Your armor is dull
You are charmless
In the right light,
Blindness is our friend
We relish our ignorance
When the shadows tire of their play
The mind’s eye can see again!
Our fear is realized
The magic was a trick of the light