There is a question, but you don't ask it. I see it in your eyes before they look away. You wonder, if I ask the question, will I be able to bear the answer? I know it is the fear of hearing the answer that prevents you from asking. There is pain, I can feel it, I know it is there, there is no use in denying it, I've known you to long. Although you try, you can't hide it. It has always been there, it has always been the one thing that has kept us from being complete, you know it, as well as I, there is no use in denying it. The painted smile you wear in the light of day does not cover up the tears you allow out in the shadows of the night. How do I know, you ask? Remember, I know you, I know you better than you know yourself. You can hide things from all the others, but there is nothing you can hide from me, I know you to well. . . I am you.
5 comments:
That was very poweful Stephen.
*hugs*
Stephen, when you're having conversations with yourself, there's no need to answer. But sometimes, saying things out loud helps.
-- My parents met each other and got married in Jesup. Isn't that in your neck of the woods?
persian, thank-you, my friend. Sometimes as of late, when I look into the mirror I feel as if there is a stranger looking back. Somedays are harder that others, today was one of those days. Thanks for the hugs....
paul, that is true, but what if someone was listening? I guess its a small world after all, Jesup is about 30 or so miles as the crow flies. Where do they/you live now?
ah... the 'I' vs 'me' ? - smiling shining for all to see, can even fool ourselves lots of the time, i suppose... powerful words, this post.
amy, thanks for the comment, feel free to drop by the closet anytime, new friends are always welcomed.
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