Falling into a space
too deep for light
Too many things to do
Too many things to feel
Too many things to hold onto
Just too many things
Beyond the usual stress,
not even chocolate and coffee can fix
It reaches deep and hollows out a secret place
Everything inside collapses
But no one knows
No one sees
Broken pieces stay hidden,
beneath the survival smile
Lost in the daily grind
Life goes on
The moment passes
Shadows lift
All those things fall away,
packed in boxes,
cleared out
Replaced with something lighter
Something unbroken
Making that false smile
real
– – –
c.b.w. 2015
C.B. Wentworth 