Poetry

Some days

You want to know me,

Who I am,

Under this luminescent skin.

It depends…

I am not

The same me;

I may vary

Every day.

Some days…

I fear

You would

Catch a glimpse

Of the repressed

And pained

Anger

Behind the pseudo glimmer

Of the turned up

Corners of my mouth.

4 thoughts on “Some days”

Valerie Cullers says:

October 19, 2018 at 9:05 pm

Lovely and vulnerable! 🌷🌷🌷🌷

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1. Anne J. says:
  
  October 22, 2018 at 2:56 pm
  
  Hello Valerie. Thank you so much. Much love and hugs to you. ❤🤗
  
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sqaureofg says:

November 5, 2018 at 4:28 pm

nyc dear

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1. Anne J. says:
  
  November 7, 2018 at 1:43 am
  
  Thank you so much. 😊🤗
  
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