Cracks

Put on the brave face,

Is this what makeup feels like.

Check the mirror to make sure the cracks don’t show.

Underneath the anguish and raw emotions flow,

Oblique and obscure.

Hidden from view.

like a waterfall,

Falling, spinning, fragmenting and splintering upon hitting the floor.

Each shard a broken and distant memory.

Sparking as it falls, Holding onto the hope,

That it will catch the light,

Dancing in its own uniqueness

Proud of the painted picture held deep within its tortured soul.

Uncaring that nobody knows.