Was I born,
With lips downturned?
Or is this but a mirror
Of my life’s
event?
I looked, and looked
And with great effort
With great strain
Lips went up.
Nostalgia
Remembers my Great-Grandpa’s words
It takes more effort to frown than smile.
I think I am an anomoly
A force of agony,
Much like the meaning of my name…
Pain
It is a struggle to lift my lips
Turn the feelings into a smile
My eyes,
Penetrating,
Searing
Scythes.
Yet, only in
Effort,
Can these lips
Crack that smile
I have evaded capture in the mirrors eye
For so long that U’d believe my lies
Lies, I swore I’d never tell
Tales,amidst the scandalous lair
It is in the mirror
This journey begins
With lips tuned down
And life a frown
I watch and capture
The glimpse of me
A me
Not the real
But the
Cocoon
About to be birthed
A me
Born to be,
Frightening,
This fraught me.
And now I sell
My lifes wares
On the road
To distant Fairs
With great regret
And somber
Chest swell
I’ll make this mile
These miles
All miles
A swell
Sail.
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