Every day the morning light bursts,
The rays’ possessions flow from head to toes,
Resurrecting you from lived dreams of days past,
As you savour the seconds of slumber that last.
Your unfolding mind consummates your awakening,
With the growing legion of your numbing thoughts,
Of an always that others can barely grasp,
Like the mouths you feed,
Or the donning of a mask,
The mask that tells your tireless “all is right”,
The mask that hides your scars and the world’s many bites,
That has you praying in earnest on a Sunday,
But has you falling to pieces on some days.
Ever enamoured by the shelter of the blazing dark beneath,
Your face bleeds the need to hide,
From all of the woes certain and uncertain,
And for solace to all who’ve bought your lies.
Like the lover and child that live for your smiles,
The friends you salute with pleasant waves
All these gifts you freely give,
To your entire world before you’re claimed by the grave.
Until they feel the veins pulsate as they touch your hands,
Their fingers taste the wetness of your rain-mimicking sweats,
Their eyes and ears held captive by the burdens you moan
And just like that, your secrets are like the moonlight shone.
Now they see your mask in all its cracked glory.
The nighttime that reigns in your every look
The creeping rust though you showboat the gold,
And layers of time covering wounds of old.
So their realization becomes your cage,
Confining you to new stories on every page
Telling happiness as one of the best things to come,
But in pursuit, shattered glass is what they’ll sometimes become.
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