Faces of Struggles

A twilight of sadness is pressed my heart,

as I gather disconcerting thoughts about this anomaly.

It is amazing how the horizon of life is as the real thing –imaginary.

I hide behind curtains of hope wiling

to gamble on possibilities

i smile the sun into the midday sky

so no one knows how often I cry

i die daily in the struggles unseen

while the valiant knight rides on by

If only my face revealed my plight ,

but what’s the sense if it’s a lonely flight.

I am all alone, lonely and longing;

my eyes scream for help but the helper is distracted.

and so I stand facing my struggles, after all…

they are MINE.