This smile
on my face grows weary
when hiding the imperfect emotions inside
There are times
I want to be angry
I want to scream
I want to lay fetal and hide
My skin
may be of brick and mortar
an impenetrable resilient wall
The trials
the tests
the injustice I face
endure them to crumble and fall
Full
of faith in my heart
a safe place
where evil once crawled
Yet
there are days
I do break
sins I canât forsake
my existence continuously flawed
© Donna J. Sanders
Excerpt from the book âAtaraxiaâ
Now Available at: www.ctupublishinggroup.com
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