Her face, it charts a map of where she's been
Beneath the paint's serene facade…murky
A veil she wears so trauma can't be seen
Faint signs hidden: eau de toilette - 'whiskey'
Wrinkles etched deep, that makeup cannot fill
Tinged, red, cobwebs tattooed on whites of eyes
Her thin smile twitches, strained; cannot keep still
Even though luscious lashes try disguise
The pain she hides sings sonnets to the wind
Poignant their tone with stanzas of regrets
Gale echoes back to her in wails unhinged
Soliloquy of heart; hears no one... yet
When carried, pain concealed, it starts to grow
When roots split heart and psyche; fear is sown
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
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