To Those Who Keep Up a Guise

Every day I awaken and go on with my life.

I carry it freely, free from most strife.

I get up, I get dressed, I enact my plan,

I come home, I undress, and sleep under cool fan.

Though lately I notice and can't help but think,

the fortune I have to partake of and drink.

When many souls cry and live with such grief,

even those who hide under colored motif.

This is not to the homeless, or misfortunate kids,

Please mistaken me not, my heart, still their woe bids.

This is to those who keep up a guise,

who hide gashes and scars from prying, cold eyes.

The happy ones who keep hurt behind a dark cover,

the wounded who's memories shall near ne'er recover.

My heart leaps out my chest for each one of you,

I long that I could help and heal you of rue.

If I could steal all your pain and take it myself,

to spare the rod of torment from all like thyself.

An empty wish, which can not be enacted.

Though please receive kindness to keep darkness retracted.

You're all wonderful, beautiful, you do not deserve

The inflicted infirmities which you're forced to conserve.

You're all brilliant, resilient, a gift made to behold.

Please never let evil blacken the gleam of your gold.

You're all magnificent, significant, My heart tears for you all

who feel they never climb higher after forced on such fall.

These words I make pretty, I try speaking from heart.

Though words never tell the most paramount part.

I need not meet you to truly know and be sure:

You are amazing within, for all you endure.

What I say here, I know, is nothing close of a cure,

all I can do for you is my heart and love to you assure.

Please never doubt you're a gift to the world,

In the eyes of many, you'll always shine pearl.

I need not meet you nor see you to know this is true,

I hope if you cried for these words, I spoke straight to you.

Reviews

[therisa]

Thank you, Alec, for this beautiful and touching poem, as I am, a childhood abuse survivor, by family members and by kids, on the schoolyard. For many years, I hid my shame, behind mental walls, until August 2007, when my walls came crashing down, and I was flooded, with these memories, decades old. If I could, I would give you, a gentle hug of "thanks".

[Alec]

I'm so glad you were touched by it. And I would return your hug if I could.

[therisa]

Thank you, and your welcome, Alec.

[fox walker]

Man you are Awesome !...I just started writing very small simple poems.. you are big inspiration..excellent work very clever...

[Alec]

Thank you for the positive feedback.