What's Inside Poem by Claudia Krizay

What's Inside



What’s Inside?

From the outside one would never look twice-
Except when I am smiling-
My heart is golden and
My mind is silver-
On one day, though perhaps recently
Someone painted my portrait-
Seemingly dancing colors of many kinds decorated my wan expression-
Framed – it may have been beautiful.
Today I pick no roses and today, I cry no tears.
Sometimes when I smile
Good feelings would penetrate
The core of my existence, although
Yesterday, only to mask the tears-
Tears of frustration, and anger emanating from mistrust of
A world that has not been kind to me.
Today I am picking roses and a few wild violets as
I follow the deer in the woodlands- Happiness is skin deep and
My heart is golden and my thoughts, not dangerously misconstrued-
One may look once, then again and again-
Intensely about my countenance,
But there is a part of me that no one ever sees-
Everybody knows that painted portraits are none but masks-
And as long as I am picking roses, wild violets and even a few daffodils-
The world shall be blinded to the tears that are originating from my child parts;
I have locked the doors to my existence as I keep on picking flowers of many colors, and
These colors just keep on lying to that world outside that nobody sees beyond…

Claudia Krizay

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