the face of the clown painted before the world with the colors of happiness people look and smile never seeing the reality behind the mask the shadows of pain just beneath the facade so carefully erected so fragile the illusion but it matters not the strength for the clown is all too aware no one has the time or even the inclination to look beyond the carefree smile they so desparately need to see for to admit it exists is to admit they too, have pain and that is much more involved than they care to be
she ii
i am two and yet, one, my history splicing us together, we hobble all my life, i have known her presence…different and yet, same debates not quite conscious, vaguely aware of she who dwells within this body, this mind, this spirit – a house divided i am afraid, but not of myself, of my other she who watches, who waits, who hides i know she awaits my weakness in its moment, she will spring to what action, i do not know companion through horror, through fear she is also my power and my strength wonder if she knows how much […]