July 21, 2018Vague Existence
Behind my smile
I fear I may be reveling
In exaggerated truth.
In my eyes I paint the windows over blue,
So the cold winter may not enter.
In the hugs I give,
There is some reluctance
Hidden away by a warm embrace.
Within the books I read
Are characters better left in its pages,
But who walk among us
In the chair that I sit
Is a girl whose heart is always in question
Whose intellect is at war with her soul
She hides the uncertainty of her
Away deep inside
Where no one knows to go.
from 2018 RYPA