She wears her peace like a cloak,
Shrouded within, she goes throughout her day.
Dutiful daughter, loving acquaintance.
Her truest friend, the miseries she hides.
As night nears the facade crumbs.
Would you love her if you knew?
If you knew the lengths to which she goes to be everything to everyone?
Night brings relief,
The tender consolation of a rest well earned.
A round of applause for an Oscar worthy performance
The performance of a lifetime, repeated daily.
December 28, 2016 at 2:35 am
Wowza, Wowza, Wowza–you’re on fire today!! Fabulous poem!
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December 28, 2016 at 4:52 pm
Thanks Stella! It wouldn’t leave me alone till I wrote it. 😉
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December 28, 2016 at 9:55 pm
Oh I love it when that happens!!!
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December 29, 2016 at 12:34 am
Indeed!
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December 29, 2016 at 2:16 am
🙂 🙂 🙂
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