My Mask To Hide Confusion Poem by Margaret Alice

Ouch, that hurt, still reeling from the shock
went through the day in a daze, running on
and on, still staggering, clutching the place
where my heart was pierced, still hearing
breaking glass, splinters raining all around
me, fearing every moment as it comes

Dowrick says to accept unexpected pain
knowing we’ll survive; that’s bad news -
surviving the last thing I want to do, can’t
continue in my routine while I’m hurt; too
weak to support a dream, a failing flame
of hope, tried to explain, no-one understood

Can’t fathom the incident myself, not sure
what it really means; where are my pearls
of wisdom now that I need to work through
pain, can’t explain the situation nor describe
my feelings, no comprehension on any
face, no ability to get through

Mute attempts at communication leading to
enforced silence for lack of information,
crying in disappointment, practicing my
pose, my mask to hide confusion…