Enslaved by distrust,
hidden to survive.
Heart enlaced with rust,
half dead, half alive.
Numbed to all the pain,
seasoned by betrayal.
Pure loss always gains,
dreams were made to fail.
Cries without a tear,
screams but no one hears,
cover his own ears,
to shelter deep fears.
Face falls to the ground,
slowly looks around,
Wears his masks so proud,
adjusts tilted crown.
Character greets death,
no need to endure,
takes a profound breath
instantly assured.
Stands on his two feet,
holds head in the air,
inner force defeats,
then tempts him to dare.
Knows way deep inside
he should start anew,
Worn heart opens wide,
cradles brighter views.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #228 hosted by Fandango
