Watchful eyes
Shannan
He is a man.
He is tall and powerful.
At times to protect her, he has used his physical presence and dark watchful eyes. Some may perceive as threatening, to keep her safe; as she steps from suffocation to freedom.
He is a man.
He is gentle and perceptive.
And now to protect her, he has used his insight with his dark watchful eyes, to warn her. As she steps from suffocation to freedom he sees dangers; to her hidden in unchartered waters.
He is s man.
A friend beloved.
She is vulnerable and not too proud to ask, for his dark watchful eyes to linger a little longer.
This man has a name.
His name is Shannan.
Pauline Fountain. © 2021. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced without the written permission of the author.
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Pauline Fountain
Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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Awww, I'm so happy you have a sweet and caring friend like Shannan!