Shelter. What I've found
Tangled in the offset timing of truth
Its blunt inconvenience plain in view.
Peace, when at last found,
Nothing like emptiness -
But pure and whole in silence.
Floating within all this chaos
I plant myself on an island sanctuary -
Moments of solace permeate my skin,
My scars pale and fade in tingling sensations.
Faith gropes now for validation; once spoiled sour
Stifled under the incredulous reprimand of skepticism
And now untethered on an islet of refuge.
Trust runs free.
Paint on a genuine smile, rehearsed
Drilled...
Day to day, for days on end
'Til every day is déjà vu
And facial contortions are no longer
An expression of the inner soul
But a plastered-on artistic endeavor
Summoned at will.
In solitude the actor peals off his make-up
And stares in the mirror at Cold, Harsh Reality
Not “genuine” at all
And he realizes
He has become accustomed to his Costume.
I am first and foremost a songwriter, but for some words there are no music; or perhaps the music has not yet been found.
This is a place for my songless verses.
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