Words For You? Poem by Mike Barrett

You are not happy.
How do we know?
Your eyes.
Your weak smile.
And the manner
In which you perform
All that you do.

You are not happy,
Yet you are not sad.
How do we know?
Your eyes.
Your half forced smile.
And the manner
In which you perform
All that you do.

You are not happy.
Yet you are not sad
But you are restless.
How do we know?
Your eyes.
Your smile.
Your short-bitten fingernails -
All these unerringly reflect
Your understanding of your beingness.

You need not be this way.
Perhaps you are short-changing yourself,
Selling yourself far too short!

Truly,
Is there such a need
To be perfect?


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