Keeping It Real
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restless thoughts find her half-awake
covering pain with another slapstick laugh
and insecurities with giant egoistic words,
the hurt is shattering , but no one will know
just another pinch that some music can heal
hiding droopy, dark circles around night eyes
giggle and joke, but how delirious she has gone
smiling along while wrinkling soul inside screams--
the cold wind nips playfully, keeping her company
there’s a light in her mind, but promises not to cry
instead, pretending that laughter soothes the wound
It’s just the season of falling in and out of love,
but It’s been so long ; so long now,
that nights hang between what’s real and imagined
a thin, fine line that takes control of the dark--
one last light on for the restless and shattered
just keep the signs of moon and stars on for a while
maybe she’ll sleep gently once again,
piercing shadows won’t be at the bedside tonight
not with the hint of that in-between edge of flight
like fire and water, opposite lines and dots don’t meet
eyes now aware, clear thoughts embrace her back to life.
©
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CONTEST: Nancy Jones’ Fine Line
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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