than a picture on a wall
with a story to tell
and a mouth to tell it
but we keep it concealed
behind the mask that we wear
too well.
for our own good.
and we were never taught
to keep it in
but we learned how
the day we learned
we could fake a smile
because we learned
no one wants to hear
things they can’t fix
or even understand
because it’s too hard to take
someone’s hand,
when they’re falling down holes
that you can’t see,
and you can witness them
falling deeper
and deeper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem