The moist in her eyes,
Told a different story,
The grin on her lips-
A perfect disguise.
The sass in her walk,
As she strode the hallways;
A perfect cover-
She hid all her life.
Now where was the girl,
Who wept till morning;
Afraid of the silence,
That comes on with dusk.
When dawn goes to day,
So does her real self-
A blinding spotlight
The pretense begins.
A mask over tears-
appealing to the universe;
At the cost of herself-
And on the story goes.
Yet a loophole it has,
If you were to look deeper;
A broken girl you’ll find-
A bird awaiting to fly.
If only we did look deeper-
Past the facade, past the smile.
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A touching poem, Ameena. I love the “sass in her walk” as such a contrast to the broken girl. I think we all feel this way sometimes.
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Thank you vet much Sue. And quite right too, at some point in time, we all feel this way. 🙂
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Liked this! Nice
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Thank you! I’m glad you do 🙂
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True story of many people!
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Very true, though I wish it weren’t .
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Again True!
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This is really nice!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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I so much liked the quote. And a nice poem as well! 🙂
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Thanks Prakash! And yeah, that’s a really beautiful quote, whoever said it 😀
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