Poem -
The Ever Slipping Mask
That split second when you open your eyes,
Intense feelings begin to well up inside.
Firstly, happiness and bluest of skies,
The internalΒ pain always comes as such a surprise.
Panic sets in before the very first gasp.
Difficulty breathing, heart beating too fast,
Where are you, why arenβt you here?
Emptiness engulfs, the air feels so queer.
Stepping down stairs, with due hesitation,
In through the nose, with great determination,
Smile your big smile and pretend all is well,
Keep on smiling, maybe they wonβt be to tell.
Just be careful of your ever-slipping mask,
Pretending is such a difficult task.
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Written with true feeling from the gut....
Best wishes....Mick.
Thank you, much appreciated :)
Loved this piece , very well written. Β I felt this one from your heart . Lots of emotions, enjoyed, take care bradfordΒ
So very kind :)
exceptional write.
XX Lisa
Thanks poetess much appreciated :)
Hey Miss Caizley!!......I'm assuming this is aboutΒ the morning after .....and he is gone without leaving a note confirming his affections!!....... if that is the case...... then I have a LOT of high fives for you girlfriend..... that kind of anxiety can be extremely embarrassing to deal with ..."Keep on smiling, maybe they won't be able to tell!".........VERY cool!!.......ALL STARS!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!........T xo.Β ?
Haha, yes, well thank you Mr Taylor :)
Mask or no mask the cold light of day reveals who we really are,
with that long-term train of thought pushes away any safe haven of dream-state.
And nearly all wear them regarding certain situations in interactions with others. Nearly all.
And some are forever fixed, while others slip and only a few are the' what you see is what you get', just simply accept me as I am.
But there are sadly too many masks out there, painfully getting/enduring each new day and so on-through no fault of their own.
Another poignant and angst write that sums up a person(s) mental approach to the world of today and to those who also 'live' in it.
Thanks for sharing Lorna and your poem is seven years old and still delivers.
Shaun xx
Hello Shaun, thank you for reading this one...after reading it back now!! 7 years later I can see a few changes I want to make. When I wrote this I felt like every day I was just putting on a pretend face for the world. Thankfully I'm in a much better place these days.
Thanks so much for taking the time to have a look through my stuffΒ
It means a lot :)
Lorna xx
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Bet you're thinking how time flies where the Dickens did 7 years go and all that.
And Lorna so good to hear you're in that better place and I'm no doctor, but, stay in it and never let it go!!!π
And I've only made a token gesture looksee on your 'stuff,' for there are so many I haven't read...yet!
So will be visiting you and your 'stuff' in this time I have off.
And your 'stuff' is the well polished and honed 'good stuff' and
I'm a 'good stuff' fan :)
Shaun xx
Yes, 7 years has gone very quickly but on the other hand it feels like an eternity ago.funny how time plays with you
well some of my stuff is polished...but some of it needs a good dusting
I am a fan of the "good stuff"Β
You have plenty of that
thanks again
Lorna xx
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