Faces

We all are liminal spaces
Drawn to one another
Repelled by one another

Each interaction
Manifests a layer
Which face will I wear today?

We all are fluid spaces
Endless opportunities
Of being

A bubble forms
It grows slowly
Like air trapped in magma

Surface tensions
Becomes too much
The bubble bursts

Another face emerges
I notice
It looks
Like all the others

The faces are masks
I tried to hide behind
Not realising
They are all in my image

Today’s poem was inspired by a young artists evocative work.

What’s in the Mirror?

See me
Hear me
You shout
On top of your lungs

Her
She can’t hear you
Caught in her own prison
Of wounds that won’t heal
It’s easier
That prison
Then healing
You suspect

Two people
Watch from afar
They see your pain
They see your struggles

Him and her
Tried sending smoke signals
Tried sending encrypted messages
You ignore
And scream
“Go away”
You shout your anger

At him
“Why did you not protect me?”
He couldn’t
His wounds were fresh
Trauma runs deep
He barely survived this one

At her
“You destroyed everything”
She didn’t
There was nothing left to destroy
When she arrived
She pulled at the bandaid though
Wounds need air and light
To heal

It’s scary
Being seen
Being heard
It’s scary
Not being able to hide
It’s painful
To look at the wounds

Being seen
Being heard
Comes with healing
You aren’t ready to heal
Quite yet

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