When the door is closed
to prying eyes,
the world left on the welcome mat,
strings of puppeteer masters severed
and clown suit along with paper Mache armor
hung in closet
so all the garments of charade
are stripped away,
it is the robes worn
when alone
that are the fabric of the mind’s weave,
those pajamas worn in shape of esteem,
stretching over the truth
over one sense of nakedness.
Seeing scars that are never there,
only mutation instead of beauty
prevents the eyes of accepting
what is the splendor of being.
Having a thousand crowns
all given as reward by adoring crowds
never inspired a state of peace
if in one’s head
they all are the wrong size.
Author notes
“Broken&&Bruised"
Option Four::
A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval. --Mark Twain
A contest entry
- When you have a list of choices, what'd you choose? by my.stars.dont.shine.
800 points, ended December 8, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Splendid take on the prompt! I love the thoughts here, and where you took this. Best of luck in the contest!
S
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a great take onthe promt your poem resinates so much honesty and truth with some wonderful imagery good luck inthe contest
maralisa
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I love the ending. Amazing take on the prompt. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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My Dear Brother
What a read! This is fantastic, and sooooooo many truths in it! Great take on the prompt!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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