Serenity
Lost in this quicksand of serenity
caught in a death grip I begin to sink;
Falling deep inside I can’t find the edge
trapped within a web of thick emotion;
Is it me or is it your residue
staining my face with this outlandish smile?
Peace feels foreign and uncomfortable;
I kind of like this paper mache mask,,
each layer hardens applied long enough
to change my face into a serene state.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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