Poetry

Cheer up, love

A sunflower head is placed over her mouth

Happiness and sunshine in a perfect little sparkling world

The petals fade, the seeds drop off one by one

but all they see still is what the flower was

The weary dried face

once so full of promise and vitality

now a mask for what she knows they want

Poetry

Into the fog

The fog on the bathroom mirror covers my face,

coating it in a weariness I can normally only see inside.

Droplets run down;

tears I cannot shed.

My mouth is a watery line,

anxious and unsure of who I am.

 

Then you come in and open the window.

The glass clears as you lean against me,

easing my expression to a soft grin

as the warmth seeping from every inch of you

fills my heart.