How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’?
A facade shared, it would seem, by the majority of the human race.
Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask
lies a truth too long and painful to explain no matter how oft you care to ask.
How long before the cracks become too wide
to conceal with powders and creams and the crimson smile starts to slide.
How long before there is but an empty shell
containing the dust of all that you were and all you could never tell.
The dust seeps through cracks that no longer bind,
forming flowing rivers of a life long past, to be carried away on a wild winter wind.
How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’
and how long can your trembling fingers hold the mask in place?
Poet’s Note –
Written during my 3rd hospital admission for pneumonia. Intense Poems regarding Mask Brave thoughts about Pain Terrific poems about Truth
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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