Living with the Lie
Within the walls of my illusion
in my coat of many colours,
I felt the need for silence and solitude.
Beneath the weight of expectations
I bend… but never break.
Warm winds blow through my life…
It’s the cold ones that always spring to mind.
I heard a mockingbird sing out of tune,
felt again, a cold wind.
Waiting for understanding,
for you to penetrate my gloom;
visit my melancholy.
I wear hope on my sleeve;
a badge of atonement.