Poem -
Disguise
Stung by the sound of the morning rain dealt a hand to play a game , answer questions no end to the day , listening laughing ,joking ,staying, handicapped with no ability to speak , seek the answer , faces bleak , lost in disguise who may I be , don’t know myself to answer you see. Paralyzed by utter fear makes no sense cause there’s no one here . If I try to find myself will I laugh at the result . Empty heart, hollow eyes and still I stand in my disguise .
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I sensed a much deeper meaning in the poem then what was written. Outstanding work, with details and emotion. I could have read and read and read, in this format. Well done.Â
I like the title because, I think \to survive many social and professional situations, we choose how much of ourselves is fully disclosed and we save the best parts of ourselves for more intimate relationships like our spouses or family. When you have a handicap, that alone can be seen as a disguise because people often see in each other, what they can see with their eyes, and not with their hearts.Â
Nice work!Â
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