They hide it well – A Poem

they hide it well,
their fears and sorrows
as they lie there in the dark
thinking constantly of them
like a rain of dying leaves,
yet the tree never goes dormant,
leaves always falling
The shower cries a little more with
them in it…
The tissues strewn across the floor
like  bombs gone off in a mind field.
The tension in the eyes, tight
like a highwire act…
Balancing, every balancing.
It’s in them..
for the alternative cannot
be looked at.
It’s a wonderful state of mind
when you truly let it in.
That allowance for the little things
That smile,
That laugh,
A tender moment.
They only come once.
Don’t hide that as
by Philip Wardlow 2015umbrellas

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