It’s fragile,

This fabric wov’n on the loom of life.

So much not said, unshared, undone

Adds stress, does strain, builds strife.

We move along behind the veils

That privately we weave

To shield ourselves from falsehoods, truths,

Those others might believe.

We craft elaborate screens and scenes,

Essential to deceive.

But on and in our skin, it’s wrong

We know, and so we grieve.

Assumptions,

Eccentricities,

Duplicities,

Unshed

Will gnaw like moths, voraciously,

Destroy our silken thread.

And if the veils come wafting down

Aloft on judgment’s winds,

We hope the truth stands tall,

Prevails

And then the real us wins.

Allusion to Persona,

Carefully honed façade,

Oppressive.

‘Elusion’ of the glare

and

Others’ clear sight,

Imperative.

Reputation’s risked.

Hopes and dreams at stake.

The threat: Reality.

Careful observation would illuminate the truth.

The image people love: Illusion.

Disclosure, loss of luster, verity revealed,

Risky.

Can’t have that.

What would the People read on Friday?

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday...Glare, Luster, Threat

Our contemporary.

An observation.

~

She’ll tackle your daughter.

She’s after your son.

She’s come undone.

In an effort to defy the decay

And disguise the rot,

To feel something she never got,

She pokes, lifts, fills and sucks (!)

Until her face and body are no longer hers

(in so many ways)

And she can play make-believe with a boy

She might have birthed.

Graceful?

Gracious, no!

Inspired by  Three Word Wednesday ...Decay, Graceful, Rot.

Her presence, mere existence, was a risk.

We could

Dress her up,

Change her look,

Modify her body,

Dye her hair.

To No Avail.

She was

Traceable,

Trackable,

Hackable.

So now she’s gone.

…

“What appears to be success is not success.” he said.

…

It’s never really that simple.

What would it take?

Are you willing to risk the  inevitable cost?

Could be dear.

Consider this:

Why can’t you just be?

Happy?