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MY UNMENTIONABLE TRUTHS(M.A.K.)
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JOURNAL #25
towards the morrow
the shimmer takes shape
a gasp less surprise
simple mist gathering upon the
mind
this common feeling I cannot
shake
a tray of hope
in the hand of despair
a lake of thoughts that never dies
from lack of care
a whispers breath
taken back
the hugs embrace
missed before its even fully
offered
a kiss that never came to be
the voice of a man
who's name if said aloud
can make me cry all too easily
such fractures kaleidoscope
themselves throughout
my carefully concealed
preoccupation
seamlessly though
when they collide and shatter
as expected
I gather them up
put them gently back
into their tiny compartments
in my brain
and stand again
before the world
an apparent together woman
knowing with even more certainty
than before
that a smiling face
is the best facade.........
(Feb 9,2001 145am)
Damn Melissa!
I see most of your good writes come from the wee hours in the morning. This poem is so tight! The wording and all was perfect! I loved it!