jeff
02-11-2005, 09:58 AM
The title is so right for this poem. i put so much feeling into it, i was crying as i wrote it. straight from my heart to paper. enjoy it as much as i did writing it. poetry is a good release... moved by words alone. moved by my own poem...
A Paper Smile
There’s a page I’ll never turn.
It’s mine alone to hold.
Within my trembling binding lies
A fragile page, that cries to be read.
Paper-thin my shield,
Guarding me from my feelings.
So easily torn. Ripped to shreds
But another page is turned, with a laugh.
Every smile, another page.
Every laugh, another turn.
Forced back these feelings shake.
Threaten to speak out their truth.
Is it great to always laugh?
Turning another page?
More paper tears,
I’m running out of smiles.
Paper is weakened by tears,
It can’t hold them for long.
This flimsy shield
Will, someday break.
How many pages left,
How many more to turn,
Before there are no more
And the illustrated cover shows
What this hidden page reveals?
An unexpressed feeling
So painfully expressed.
Who is there to read it?
Those joyous pages, torn out
Lying all around me, nothing left
But sorrow,
And painful memories.
A single truthful page,
Is all that’s left of me.
No more smiles to hide behind,
No laughter there to protect me.
My paper shield is gone,
Raw emotions, painfully escape.
Sharp memories, carve my soul,
All falsities, dispelled.
With less of a burden, this false
Enigma, gone. I am more whole as
an incomplete book.
Those truths exposed.
Written on a single page,
Memories are quick to bear.
The story not so heavy
With those false smiles, and laughs.
With this tearing away, destroying my book
Leaving a single page of truth,
I can rewrite from here
Smiling from the heart, laughing from the soul.
Don’t hide the pain anymore.
I place my hand on my chest,
Close my eyes.
Truthful tears slip easier,
With no smiles to hold them back,
The paper shield dissolved.
I can weep and smile together.
A perfect releasing pair.
The smiles tears and I
All part of the same book.
Whole again, at last, I can
Finally smile the truth.
A Paper Smile
There’s a page I’ll never turn.
It’s mine alone to hold.
Within my trembling binding lies
A fragile page, that cries to be read.
Paper-thin my shield,
Guarding me from my feelings.
So easily torn. Ripped to shreds
But another page is turned, with a laugh.
Every smile, another page.
Every laugh, another turn.
Forced back these feelings shake.
Threaten to speak out their truth.
Is it great to always laugh?
Turning another page?
More paper tears,
I’m running out of smiles.
Paper is weakened by tears,
It can’t hold them for long.
This flimsy shield
Will, someday break.
How many pages left,
How many more to turn,
Before there are no more
And the illustrated cover shows
What this hidden page reveals?
An unexpressed feeling
So painfully expressed.
Who is there to read it?
Those joyous pages, torn out
Lying all around me, nothing left
But sorrow,
And painful memories.
A single truthful page,
Is all that’s left of me.
No more smiles to hide behind,
No laughter there to protect me.
My paper shield is gone,
Raw emotions, painfully escape.
Sharp memories, carve my soul,
All falsities, dispelled.
With less of a burden, this false
Enigma, gone. I am more whole as
an incomplete book.
Those truths exposed.
Written on a single page,
Memories are quick to bear.
The story not so heavy
With those false smiles, and laughs.
With this tearing away, destroying my book
Leaving a single page of truth,
I can rewrite from here
Smiling from the heart, laughing from the soul.
Don’t hide the pain anymore.
I place my hand on my chest,
Close my eyes.
Truthful tears slip easier,
With no smiles to hold them back,
The paper shield dissolved.
I can weep and smile together.
A perfect releasing pair.
The smiles tears and I
All part of the same book.
Whole again, at last, I can
Finally smile the truth.