Beautiful Blizzard of Worries

May 1, 2014
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My entire existence
consists of
wearing painted smiles
submerged in my thoughts.

an outside force disrupts the system
snowing down concerns

My home is made of glass
and I must ensure it’s safety;
If I don’t,
I will collapse.

A masked disturbance
intrudes my conscience:

My whole world
was in their hands,
and carelessly, it
escaped their grip.

A million shattered pieces lie,
as every internal thought spills out.

The shards kiss my skin;
cuts grow,
I acknowledge more harm than good
is being done
recreating what once was my home
out of it’s lifeless shell.

Examining from above
pain is disguised;
a blizzard of worries
appear beautiful in the eyes of others…
like a snow globe.

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CelebrateDifferences said...
Aug. 21, 2014 at 3:05 am
This poem is like a breath of fresh air. Great work!
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