Addiction Forgiveness Acceptance
This time. The last time. There is always that one time, one two many times, the wrong time or it could be any time but you know, you know it is the last time. It could have been your, just this time or your one more time but it ended up the last time.
I am not mad. I will not get mad. Bothered? Yes, you could say I am bothered. Momentarily. Skipped a beat is all in the grander scheme of things. Even so, it was a much needed step I had to take, miss step though it was in order to get back to doing and being me. Indeed! Mad? Me? No, not mad at all.
so here i am, in my private place
i will put my smile, my practiced smile
in a neat little box, next to me..for a little while
in this place, my secret place i will not wear my lie
such a little thing, this little brave face, this prefect
peaceful pensive smile
like a habit worn in faith…it brings such comfort
to everyone around, yet the price, the saintly sacrifice
brings to me no such peace,
i conceal my pain, i bury my shame, in a pretty lie
my lovely lie, and before i fall
to restless slumber…..place it there to rest
no one wants to see my truth, no one else can bear my pain
so i mold it, i create something beautiful
that all can see and not worry or think too much about
But i dance with it tonight, my truth
to which, in the darkness i let my partner lead,
……sweeping me up into despair
whirling thru the night, spinning me leaving me breathless
then…
alone again i will turn…and gently open my box
There it is, my smile, my practiced smile my lie in practice…
After Bella 
You must be logged in to post a comment.