In dimly lit rooms people hide
from fear, pain and reality;
from peace, love and tranquility.
Wearing thinly veiled disguises
they venture out with smiles,
carrying baggage across the miles.
The weight of the load is quite heavy;
they're scared to let go I suspect,
something to do with self-respect.
The truth is I don't just guess on this;
in reality I know it well,
for I too have my story to tell.
My own collection of splinters and scars;
of pain, loss and confusion;
of living a life of illusion.
Wearing my mask through my day,
yet dying a little inside,
as my soul silently screamed and cried.
But the truth is behind those silent tears;
behind the pain hidden by disguise;
you're wide awake and so very alive.
And soon you'll break off the mask;
you will no longer need to hide;
you will wear your heart with pride.
A rebirth of souls will occur;
as you put one foot in front of the other
and slowly begin to recover.
via a twitter prompt:
They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~