Misplaced Smile

And again I looked, I scattered my sight there and here, thoughts just posing in my head “why” people just standing against me, pure innocence of mine just scrambles me, 
And breaks me, “what did I do?’ I ask again and again, 
With no answer, people’s laughter, Laughs, without me, leaving me in the open, cutting my soft delicate tanned skin, 
People enjoying themselves, people that shattered me, those laughs like arrows dipped in venom pointed at my weak spot; my Heart
I ignore them will all my senses, with all my might, shut the door lock and cry
Those tears that nourished my soul and blurred my vision, 
My vision so watery and indistinct. I squeeze shut my eyes, locking the doors to the soul, the tears just escape from my portal-like senses, I open them again, wipe off the tears harshly with my palm.
The door opens; it’s my sister, my beautiful- little sister,
She came, to hug me, to console my killing solitude, with a kiss, so blissful, so radiant; it lit the worlds above me
A hug, so deep, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough to shed the tears, but it bought the price of a smile on my lips, a ticket to the manner of serenity.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Graham Avatar
January 20, 2014 at 1:44 PM
You express your deep seated pain so well and it features a lot in your writing. I hope you find release this way. Thanks for sharing.
Effendi Avatar
September 11, 2011 at 4:25 PM
Beautiful! Your writing has evolved so much Louzana. Very effective use of metaphors that invoke the emotions.
Nubani Avatar
September 11, 2011 at 4:28 PM
:) Thank you for those kind comments :D ! :)
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