Living passionately, crying and screaming
I thought was the strangest inner journey
But to live with a scab upon the hurts and learn
To smile that pleasant smile which nothing can touch
A mirage like the wind and ungraspable
The caring has fallen away
And the heart grown transparent
To both the barbs of sorrow and joy
I long to be genuine in trust
I long for you to trust and be genuine


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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