many of us
are the walking wounded
deep scars, putrid sores
unseen by naked eyes,
we hobble along,
hiding the wince beneath.
”I am totally preening with pride.” No, it’s not a camouflage.” ”I am preening because today’s prompt for Writing 101 was humbly offered by me and accepted by Ben Huberman.”
”So I crave your indulgence while I inundate you with poetry 🙂 ”
Are these words that you are uttering,
True expressions of your inner stuttering?
Is that smile pasted on your lips,
Real portrayal of what it seems?
Do these feelings in your eyes,
Mirror the warmth that lies in your hearts?
Are these your reactions,
Real results of those actions?
Or are they as false as a smokescreen,
That serves as camouflage?
For the true emotions that swirl beneath!
The cold feelings of misery,
Yet you smile to mask the pain.
The burning desires of envy,
Yet your lips speak in vain.
Can you strip yourself to see,
Beneath the makeup that we see,
And truly set yourself free!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
It’s time for a little game of poetic hide-and-seek with Day 9’s prompt, Camouflage, by the prolific @jacquelineobyikocha.