Cremation

The title is actually fairly misleading, but at the end of it all, its the only title that fit the poem. This is one of the only poems that reflect upon my life, but, however, I'm not depressed. :)

Ask me how I feel,

My hopes, thoughts and dreams,

And I shrivel, knowing the truth inside.

But all I say is

'I'm fine.'

I have more masks

Than an African American butler

In the early 1900's.

I wear each one,

Hoping,

Dreaming,

That one of them is real.

But the feel,

The grain,

Chafes,

Stings,

Biting,

Telling me,

This is not real.

I'd go back the way I was,

But I don't know what

I used to be.

Crazy?

Yes.

Stupid?

Yes.

I could fix myself,

No?

But I'm so horribly shattered,

That I don't know when I broke.

Author's Note

Enjoy- Be tough on it too!

Reviews

[mae23]

Amazing read! Loved the emotions and imagery used

[Anjali]

This is so deep and amazing! Just beautiful! I really liked the theme of this poem. Keep writing 😊