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
there's pain in this, but not in a heart-breaking way. There's hope, I think.
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful, and I understand it. We hide so many tears behind our smiles.
ReplyDeletea little peep under the veil of the human here, I think.
ReplyDeleteThis was wonderful...a riveting performance in spite of her pain. The show must go on...
ReplyDeletesad and lonely and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGreat poetry!
ReplyDeleteHappy Rakhsha Bandhan!
<3
performers always hide their real lives not seen by the public.
ReplyDeletehappy 3WW!
That was sad and sweet!
ReplyDeleteAs always, great great piece!
Ah, yes. The cover up. The show must go on. Nicely told!
ReplyDeleteI really thought the line "dry tears cascade down" illustrated well the situation.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
glamor seeps thru??? wow!
ReplyDeleteView on my way down *3ww*
Beautiful. I love the glamour seeps through aspect :)
ReplyDeleteI definitely didn't foresee where that one was going. Surprises are good :)
ReplyDeletewonder what YOU are hiding........
ReplyDeleteI 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).
ReplyDeleteAll the world's a stage. I'm glad you brought me before this one!
ReplyDeleteI could picture her on the stage - beautiful!
ReplyDeletePainful.
ReplyDeleteNice 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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