she holds her head
in the pitch darkness
chaotic purple shades
gyrate behind her eyes
dry tears cascade down-
accentuate abrasive salt
heavy with unsaid words
her throat croaks hoarse
when the circle of light
creates an aura around her
hiding all the pain,
glamour seeps through-
her sweet singing voice
takes everyone into a thrall
19 comments:
there's pain in this, but not in a heart-breaking way. There's hope, I think.
this is beautiful, and I understand it. We hide so many tears behind our smiles.
a little peep under the veil of the human here, I think.
This was wonderful...a riveting performance in spite of her pain. The show must go on...
sad and lonely and beautiful.
Great poetry!
Happy Rakhsha Bandhan!
<3
performers always hide their real lives not seen by the public.
happy 3WW!
That was sad and sweet!
As always, great great piece!
Ah, yes. The cover up. The show must go on. Nicely told!
I really thought the line "dry tears cascade down" illustrated well the situation.
Well done!
glamor seeps thru??? wow!
View on my way down *3ww*
Beautiful. I love the glamour seeps through aspect :)
I definitely didn't foresee where that one was going. Surprises are good :)
wonder what YOU are hiding........
I love the idea of someone powering through their own pain with the result that they enthrall everyone else with the power of their voice (or creativity).
All the world's a stage. I'm glad you brought me before this one!
I could picture her on the stage - beautiful!
Painful.
Nice poem.
I think it takes a special person to stand on a stage and sing. Lots of performers make it look easy when I'm sure they're tortured inside. You've captured this well here.
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