In the ballroom of my phobiæ
I wish I were the wallflower.
Biding my time
sitting shyly on the sidelines,
always passed over
when it is time to dance.
I prefer to remain unnoticed,
overlooked by the revellers,
the shadows my sanctuary,
completely and safely forgotten.

But at this event
I am the guest of honour
with a dance card filled to burst.

in response to Daily Prompt – Sanctuary

© november child
photo credit: ewan mcdowall via flickr