Shallow Pools
The voices that speak, and the truth that hides behind my teeth.
SHALLOW
I laugh
I smile
I dance
I play
But inside
I am older than you all
My wrinkles fall
In sheets
Lines
Geography of countries
I have seen and love
The views of sadness
And happiness
From above
This child has suffered and grown
This adult has played and known
That this smile gracing my mouth
This stupid accent touching my teeth
Is no more than a shallow pool--
You know me
As well as you know a fool
VOICES
When I am alone, the voices come
They tell me everything I have done
And what has been done to me
I know who I am
And that has set me free
But it lies so deep
So far
Those parts I keep hidden
And in nights they come
Unwanted, unbidden
To whisper all those might-have-beens
And all the might-bes
To haunt me with a crying child
Who will never be free
Don’t look at me--
I’m afraid
Of what they might see.
2017
About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.



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