Behind the smiling, painted face,
a different echo starts to race.
The careful laugh, the measured gaze,
a masquerade through sunlit days.
The world sees brick, a solid wall,
a figure standing proud and tall.
They do not see the hollow ache,
the tender ground that starts to shake.
I wear a coat of polished gray,
and speak the things you wish to say.
I fit the mold, I play the part,
a stranger to my own wild heart.
This practiced self, a crafted shield,
protects a truth that can't be healed.
It keeps the ghost of what I feel,
a quiet echo, hushed and real.
But in the dark, the mask falls loose,
a moment's breath, a fragile truce.
The mirror shows the weary eyes,
the truest self beneath the lies.
And in that gaze, a silent plea,
to finally set the captive free.
For what is hidden holds the key,
to who I'm meant to truly be.
About the Creator
Sara C
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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Wow, very telling, this poem. Great rhyming and the ending is perfect! Well done.