A Face, A Place, A Photograph Poem by Chantelle Clark

Photographs a glimmer
Faces shinning all a shimmer.
Perfect are those faces
Remembering all the good places.
Appearance is not all,
We all have one downfall.

Sitting here on my bed
Feeling the pounding of my aching head.
Framed memories provoke tears
But they aren’t from my fears.
Medals hang from strings
Telling a story, while a melody sings.

Such a safe haven this seems
Everyone so happy and keen.
To school I go, perfect and fine
That dance, that night was fun and kind.
But I knew that he who was mine
Such a relationship entwined.

But it was no more…
It hit me straight at the core.
All happiness was drained
Nothing left but hurt and pain.
Smiles now hide, the sorrow
Maybe real happiness will come tomorrow.

Friends now help me stand
And if they didn’t I’d be damned.
Music soothes my soul
Like warmth coming from hot coals.
When I see him I cry
But I should hold it back I try.


There is nothing I can do
All I have now are memories of you.
Many words I had are lost
This is at my cost.
I left them unspoken
When they should of shinned like a token.

The photographs depict a serene place
But the issue was not of this case.
Memories in mind, all aglow
Here I go with the wavering flow.
Looking into the mirror, all clear
I see a person, brave mastering all fear.

Such a fake image of myself
I’m nowhere near to that ballerina on the shelf.
Sitting back on my bed
My memories just flashed through my aching head.
Faces all alight
My FRIENDS smiles will always dim this dark and scary night.

By, Chantelle Clark.