The pins in her face 

The painted smile

That isn’t permeant 

Because it peels from time to time

Feeling as a sticker

Lifting a little

To see the real smile on her face

Placing the sticker back down

When she couldn’t bare to lift the lines on her face

Her face felt like weights

As she faces the mirror

Looking back at herself

Lifting the sticker

Showing her permeant face

Pins fall from her face

As tension was deflated

Weights were lifted and not having a place 

She smiled to the sky 

asked God to plant her feet

Take it away

Then I will follow his plans

Blessed faces are naturel

Not temporary graces

◄ Half A Rainbow

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Douglas MacGowan

Mon 29th Jan 2018 02:46

An interesting examination of real individualism and identity. Well done.

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