This ability lies dormant waiting,
long forgotten, long ignored,
terrified of its meaning
shoved far into nothing.
The beholder withheld its promise
dropped into a lake of self-loathing,
sunken, buried deep under
the waves of self-awareness.
Tested, prodded, cut into samples,
taken in to be studied,
fear further hid the probability
until acknowledgement was merely nothing at all.
Normality pronounced the case,
released back into freedom
convinced that nothing sets apart
this person from any other.
Bound, lied to, hidden,
what could possibly free this self-entrapment
but something to shake this person to its core.
Someone to believe whole-heartedly
in the possibility, the ability,
someone they would never have thought
to ever feel that way about them.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017