A ghostly past that whispers her name
Careful not to shout too loud
For it knows how easily she’s spooked
By the shadows in the dark
Are they real or the secret part of her psyche
That she tries to keep locked away tight
Sometimes things don’t quite add up
A crack in the carefully constructed mask
Threatening to expose the pieces that remain hidden
The unstable bits not meant for public consumption
She carries her head high
And carefully creates what the world is to see
A successful businesswoman micromanaging her life
But behind closed doors she crumbles
She curls up with her knees to her chest
And cries.
She breaks down, confessing her weakness to the air
For it won’t tell her secrets
It won’t give her hiding spot away
It envelops her like a warm blanket
Promising to keep her secrets always
And help her to feel safe and recharge
To be ready to face the next days battles
To patch up the cracks with some pretty make up
So no one will be the wiser
And it will appear that for one more day
She has the strength to forge on.
04/14/2011 at 11:19 am
stunning imagery…
you rock.
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Bless you, Happy Thursday.
04/15/2011 at 1:39 am
I like this. I could relate to the first four lines of this verse but not in the same context of the poem! Well said!
Rally Week 41 – My Poetry