My Only Magic

To be a magician
Would be a most wonderful thing.
At least for me.
Bright lights,
Flashing colors,
Awed gasps from adoring fans
And bewildered skeptics
As I display my great skill
Of deception
And trickery.
To be applauded
And rewarded
For my secrets well-kept.
To throw all my cards on the table
In most open honesty,
And rather than people being shocked
Or angry
Or ashamed of me,
They'd be proud to claim me
As one of their own.
And those that torment me
With malicious fraud
And evil incantations,
They I should handle most speedily.
"Be gone!" I should exclaim
And poof!
They are no more.

But I am no magician,
No skill or power have I.
My deception is fruitless
For the cards fall upon the table
No matter how hard I try to hold on.
And when they see
What is me
And not the image they admire,
I am shunned.

I have but one trick,
And it is this:
To look at myself
In a puddle of my tears,
Glare into the face
Of my greatest enemy.
I whisper my spell
And disappear.

Tags: Magic, Disappear, Invisible