I feel the truth
only because of the false.
A seeing
beyond the faces of clowns.
Play rolled in fear,
don’t you see
the squeaky carousel?
They feel the brittle bones
of life gone by
and bleed again,
but only if they see.
No.
They won’t see,
they don’t want to see.
Be anyone but the truth,
they whisper.
Be anyone
but me.

2 replies on “Anyone”
A beautiful and tragic poem. Are you doing okay?
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Yes, thank you Julia. I’m doing really wonderfully, at the moment! Thank you for checking in. ❤️ I hope you’re doing well, too. ❤️
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