Marooned To Mirage Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Wounds picked do not heal.
Quick to conceal a pain felt to feel it.
Brave is it believed,
A suffering done privately protects the scars...
Carried to keep kept inside one's heart.
Until,
That day comes and one decides...
Continuing to deny an experience left hidden,
Should not go unknown.
Too much is this burden to bear alone.
Than heard are other voices.
Familiar is what they admit.
Refusing they too come out of hiding.
Marooned to mirage an existing bitterness.
Disappointing expectations,
An oasis will soon appear.
And wounds to pick not to heal,
Had been imagined not real.
Even though all who crawled,
Pretending their hearts were not broken.
Discovered they all had felt that same way.
Isolated yet related.
Laying the blame on others too,
Who also felt marooned and miraged...
By a vision to delude.
More important than the sorrows,
Never theirs to pick or remain unhealed.