A Mold or a Mask?

Fri, 11/28/2014 - 12:42 -- rc_3


Walk through the door and I hold my head high,

Never will they hear my defeated sigh.

Walk a little straighter, come on be a little stronger,

Stand a bit taller, you can hold on a little longer.

Put a smile on, let it stretch across my cheeks,

Let my eyes hold back any tears that try to leak.

Why clutch it close, why keep the pain inside?

Why not let the emotions display, why do they hide?

Not because I’m fake and only want to show,

That my life is perfect as far as you or them know.

No, life is very far from a constant easy bliss,

Our journey’s often touched by a painful devil’s kiss.

My life full of laughter and a ready to go smile,

Is not to fool you into thinking I experience no trial.

I’m simply trying to state that any sorrow in the soul,

Can never gain strength over my attitude as a whole.

The display curtain of my face is not masking any pain,

It’s willing my heart to find a way to feel the same.

No matter the day a hardship will arise,

Beauty can only be seen, if once ugly has met the eyes.

There is something good if we take the time to look,

My mask is my attempted summary, as the title to a book.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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