Feigning

I walk into the light with a smile
Borrowed from yesterday’s strength
People greet the version of me
Who knows how to nod, how to sparkle …

Behind my teeth
Grief folds itself into silence
I carry it like a hidden bruise, tender, unseen
A quiet weight I’ve learned to balance …

12 thoughts on “Feigning”

  1. Lovely poem, Roksana. It’s a good reminder that we never know what’s really going on in another person’s life, what grief they may be carrying.

    I hope you are having a creative weekend, my friend.

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    1. Such a thoughtful reflection. We never truly know what others are facing. Thank you for this reminder …

      Richard, thank you! I hope too that your life is filled with creativity and peace, always, my friend

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  2. pseudo happiness is best, dear one. When we fake it, our brain sorta gets tricked into semi-believing it…and the alternative is to wallow in our grief which only makes the brain despair further. I enjoyed reading this but not thrilled to learn u r masking the pain — but do your eyes reveal it? Take care and know you are wished hugs from my heart!

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    1. I understand the need to fake happiness sometimes. I hope your heart finds real peace soon

      Sending you warm hugs and wishing you healing and comfort

      Dear Stefie, your words touched me deeply
      ♥️♥️

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  4. Awesome poetic language.
    But I find some hidden sadness behind. Where there is light, there is love 💟
    Maybe love is not visible right now, but it is there. Like Sun 🌞 and clouds.
    Beautiful ❤️

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