It is a fleeting shadow

It is a fleeting shadow

An invisible cage, the illusion of comfort, a passionless hug, and a smile can veil it.  A mist of work and friends covers the scars.  You can’t see it, yet brings you to your knees. A swirling ghost of dank memories, fleets by, she is blind she will not hear it. The smell lingers - the perceptive can taste it. Nobody mentions it.

If a clown was happy would she need a painted smile?  I fear tomorrow, but forget to mourn today. Varnish boasts transparent wounds. Never anger could be allowed, frustration is a one sided privilege.  Suffer with a smile, tell a witty joke.

Disguise with your laughter that on which you choke.  

Swimming hides the rip tide, quick sand dressed as beach. Petals cover thorns. Purple flowers blanket the thistles, which stick in his feet.  The forest you are lost in simply looks like trees. Try to hide but they will find you, your cave of solace still many years away.

They walk closely, whisper quietly; if you listen painstakingly their yelling hurts your eyes.  A gentle breeze is wafting, it rips away my skin.  The warm sun freezes your heart; the soft grass carves her face.  He reaches out to touch her, she is no longer there.

It is a tragically absurd conclusion to what always was an illusion.