Surface 🌢 Solace Disclaimer: This series' aim is not to romanticize mental health issues or gain sympathy, but to bring more awareness to the subject.
Surface 🌢 Solace Disclaimer: Furthermore, it's an attempt to encourage others to express their emotions through writing.
Surface 🌢 Solace
We take our solace from the day's sweet parting
for darkness then is not half as alarming
as what most people think extremely charming:
this mask donned with the coming of the dawn.
A tainted soul with bleeding heart forever.
We take our laughter from our dreams of amber:
this soft repose all that the world can offer
when all the pretense of the day is gone.
When sadness comes it never leaves our body.
All color fades, what burned our eyes now shoddy.
What others see as nothing but sweet folly
are battle scars that weary souls have worn.
The trivial truths, they grow into a tempest.
A silent weeping's what we fight the hardest:
this quiet cry, chained lock-and-key, immodest.
This silent scream we mask as gentle song.
We bend and break and burn through vicious cycle.
Hold fast, careening in one boundless circle:
a falling, rising, never-ending tumble,
and still we act as if there's nothing wrong.
We take our solace from a fading vision
of smiles and futures: blurry, with no mission.
Steps faltering and graceless, sans precision.
A pantomime to last our whole lives long.
END Thank you for reading. This poem is a revision of the one I contributed for last year's World Mental Health Day. I just changed the title and a few words. 🌢 Ann Sepino (annsepino.mystrikingly.com)