Why don’t my tears fall when anyone can see?
As if I must hide my pain from the world with shame
When I cry alone, and only then
Do those painful tears cascade
Like waterfalls down both cheeks
I am not in the least, ashamed of knowing that in my splintered heart
You may think me strong
But inside, I am weak at the broken places
Yet I will talk until the cows come home of my weakness and pain with you
Only my nose ‘cries’ tears into tissues, but do my eyes betray me?
Can you see me in here, hiding?
With my backpack full of heavy rocks
Which dent and twist my spine
The agony is severe and persistent
I wish I could put it down for a while
So I may rest a little and escape my inner tortuous world
Yes, mostly I am ‘on show’, my public face smiling
When inside I hurt so deeply
Yet I love so passionately
Can you see me, hiding?
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Author: Ellie Thompson
Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ...
... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full.
I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else.
Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊
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