Transparent Masks
Secret Messes
Fighting a war
That no-one can see
Live life, loving poor
Deep inside of me
I struggle and fight
But, it just won’t leave
With all of my might
To hope to and cleave
Frustration and loss
Both lonely and sad
So many costs
And dues that I’ve had
To the other side
I helplessly reach
To find comfort and hide
For one to embrace me
I know I’m not alone
Others feel this way too
But nothing feels like home
My heart bruised, black and blue
The wound, camouflaged
An invisible pain
I bleed into the scenery
A sweet smile on my face
So you’ll never know
You'll never have too address
The hurt that I hold
Inside my beautiful mess
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Sounds like life with the ups and downs.
If any deserve healing, it is you, my friend. Blessings upon all your wondrous mess.
Sad, and beautifully expressed.
"I bleed into the scenery" - what a line. Wearing a brave face is more common than we think, eh?
beautiful poem