Like a geyser, I gush,
spurting my rage,
but it’s all underneath,
turmoil engaged.

From the top of my head
to the bottom of my feet,
the swells of unrest
continue to heat.

The storm grows stronger,
destruction in its wake.
Still, I try to breathe calmly,
fearing I might break.

And nobody ever knows
the misery I endure;
It’s all just a façade,
a superficial blur.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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17 thoughts on “Superficial

  1. I celebrate your gift in poetic description and imaginations, Michelle! This poem intricately expresses the motif and sentiments of the photo and beyond…. You did a fabulous work and it is a treat to read this piece! 💖

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  2. Internalizing the storm means the dam must break sometime. But it’s the calm outward demeanor that fools people into believing we’re one cool cucumber. Boom!
    I hold it in, masked by a smile that’s become my nickname.
    I hope you write about it when/if your dam breaks, Michelle. I’d love to read THAT poem 😄😥

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