Her Impression

The clothes I wear make me feel like I’m acting. Accompanied by a smile that tells no fewer lies. They only ever asked how I felt, not what or who I felt like. But why should they. I always imagined everyone to feel just as uncomfortable. Yet I don’t see it in every pair of eyes I share a glance with across the street, in the class room, in my home. Some but not all. When I talk I don’t recognise her voice, sometimes her words sound foreign to me. People still laugh, smile, nod, they must understand her better than I do. I had a childish confidence once. Now I can only pretend to have retained it, with great effort. When I can’t keep it up they think of me as rude. My eyes can’t meet with theirs, it hurts to return their prying glances. What they see, the person they hear, that isn’t me. She wraps her arms around me and locks me tight in her embrace. She takes my place when my head and my heart can’t stand to be surrounded by people. She is the impression I present when I’m at my best. At night I hold her close and let her sleep, her cheek at my chest. Only we know the naked honesty behind the mask. I don’t mean to hide from the world. But I there’s an impenetrable wall in my mind. The door to which was sealed by mind own traitorous hand when the little girl said goodbye.


I fancied a bit of an uncensored mind exposure today, although it’s not to be taken too seriously. This is a site for creative writing after all. 

Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Impression

Advertisements

What Happens on the Ground

‘Falling’, he said, ‘we’re falling’

What a thing to say

Where from? How far?

But a tight nod sufficed

in response over words

‘You must see it too’

Not really, or do I?

Were we ever not falling

To where, despair?

I did not know

Again a nod with a small frown

Uncertain but wanting to hear

what he had to say

This fall of ours, where to?

Was it a dream fall?

The feeling of weightlessness

or a nightmare fall?

Clarity of the ground beneath

knowing it’s only a matter of time

We were falling, had been

but now, I thought not

Maybe he’s lagging,

there’s a glitch in time

‘It’s only a matter of time,’ he said

Time before what

‘Before we hit the ground’

That doesn’t sound pleasant

I don’t like mud

perhaps it’ll be concrete

I don’t like pain either

maybe flowers

Nor bugs

Maybe it’ll just be with a toe

then we’ll bounce back

if there is a back

Something will be there

or we’ll be stuck on the ground

Together, apart, falling

What a thing to say

we’re falling

We can’t fall

I don’t know what happens on the ground.

The Trouble with Being Human

Born into a bloodline with closed eyes

Hope and fear is turned into love when they open

You hold onto a parent’s hand with trust knowing that you can never fall

Their grasp keeps you smiling throughout those blind years with joy

Seen as naivety to the old who are quick to lose their hopeless love and joyless trust

They tell you that your childish reality was nothing but a dream

Your eyes open wide as the world expands to more than blood

Hands reach out to you offering you more, your hope and fear turn into love when you take them

You hold onto all that you can with trust locking away the fear that they might let you go

Stumbling every now and again is part of our design

Beware that some will use the marks left behind to loosen your hold

Their petty nooses will fall short of hanging you, drawing and quartering you

Language learnt from when eyes open, those innocent beginnings flow into dangerous waters

With turning tides that can be twisted and misheard, misplaced or misconstrued

Your words might betray you, whilst others use them to severe your grip

Fingers unclasp and hands fall away with only fear left to hold onto

Forgiveness can be found with that blind hopeless love found in your blood

Severed ties can be renewed with hope and joy once again

Let others be bitter whilst you run to your next adventure holding on tight

For your mind and your heart never stop growing, and that is the trouble with being human

 

Cake on the Floor

Careful now, careful,

It’s okay we’ll make it

A quick hike and we’ll be there,

Take lots of pictures,

What beautiful flowers,

Forget-me-nots how sweet,

Almost there, nearly,

Don’t wander too far,

I might get lost,

Slow down I can’t keep up,

Wait, don’t go,

I can’t carry it alone,

Oh no it’s falling,

It’s raining I can taste it,

Please look back,

Don’t just keep going,

Watch your step, wait

You trod on the flowers,

What were they worth anyway,

It looks like fun over there,

I’ll just stay here,

I can’t very well leave,

Not now there’s cake on the floor.

 

 

For the Mocking Man

Find your way tonight, my dear man,

Under the stars I shall wait,

Cold as it may be,

Keep walking till you get there.

 

You will never know, I muse,

Only can you guess what it is I hold

Under those stars, my dear man.