Oh, I do look joyful.
Because of what I am wearing.
I am wearing something on my face.
I am wearing a lovely smile.
However,
It is not true or genuine.
My genuine smile faded long ago.
It died the day my loved ones lost their lives.
I felt hollow.
All of my happiness was gone.
My true smile was buried along with them.
The smile I display today
It stems from my strong heart.
The heart that allows me to hide my tears.
The same heart that enables me to think and act
The heart that allows me to conceal the facts of my life
The truth is that I'm caught in grief.
I'm imprisoned in the web of misery.
Nonetheless
Everything is buried beneath the smile.
The smile I am wearing.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
Every creative piece is just me, telling a story. Enjoy!
Keep reading
More stories from Gloria Penelope and writers in Poets and other communities.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!
Such a masterpiece! Very deep and captivating 👏💥💫