Secrets.

Lauren Griner 8-12-09 10:58 PM

Why is it so easy to smile when everything becomes too much to handle? Tears well up in the eyes of the weak, while bruises and burns coat the hearts of the strong. Yet everyone wears a smile that says less and less about them every day. The tears unseen, the bruises undiscovered, and the burns untouched… we go on living like there is nothing there even though its slowly killing us. A delicate balancing act, the way we look at others is the way people look at animals in a zoo. Admire from afar, and then walk away without a thought. What if the pretty girl quietly crying on the park bench made the decision to end her life that very same day? What if the old man quietly browsing the aisles of the supermarket had recently lost his wife along with all willingness to live without her? People keep secrets, that is just how people are. Some secrets are bound to get out, and others will burn in hell along with the people keeping them. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Each person mourn in their own ways. We open our selves up to few in a life. Somethings may come out sooner or later. Secrets are many for the most of us. i like this poem. You left the reader with questions. I believe something are needed to be secrets. Few people in a life can understand the suffering of another. Poem is very good. Goal of a writer. Make the reader think. You did.
Coyote