Somehow
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With one glance at me you will see the mask I wear
in the form of a smile.
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You can’t tell that my heart is continuously
breaking inside of my chest.
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I will continue to wear this mask so that
your world will be filled with joy and pleasure.
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To you my pain will be soundless and non-existent.
To me, it will be excruciatingly loud and ever so present.
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I will never understand why you enjoy bruising me
from the inside out.
It’s as if my afflictions were your life support.
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Somehow, I will survive.
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A brilliant writer I just discovered wrote something similar I think you will like.
Let her know how great her writing is.
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This is done for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 words
This weeks word is : Soundless
MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS 
Can I just say, I love watching as your writing becomes edgier, more urgent. Really nicely done!
wow. Thank you! It comes easy to me to write these things, I just have a hard time pressing publish.
as always, precise and perfect. really, so good.
Thanks Kath!
Such an awful feeling I think everyone has experienced at some point. To be honest, I really struggle with hiding, especially from certain people. I never thought I’d still be using masks at this point in my life, but I suppose recognizing it is half the battle (or at least part of it?). Well done 🙂
Thank you for stopping by and commenting. I hate that I still hide behind those masks. Maybe one day we can break free!
I agree with t’s sentiments above. If you look through your archives, especially from when you started back in again, you can really see the progression. And I love that you can handle poetry. I suck at poems, and the good ones leave me agog.
Thank you Jessie! I have more confidence now. I guess that helps.
So much pain here, still that last line is empowering.
Thank you Tara!
when I hear of – or talk with – women who have suffered abuse at the hands of their “loved” ones I want to yell – RUN!!! This piece had me saying the same thing. In good time they – and your heroine – become SURVIVORS. Well done, Deana.
Thanks Barbara. It is very difficult to get to the “survivor” part.
Poignant
Thank you so very much!
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I relate to this very much.. This is beautiful! It reminds me of something I wrote.. ~ Jen
I love it when people relate to my work. That means I must be doing something right. Thank you.
I feel the same when it happenes with my work too.. 🙂
Ouch ouch ouch. So painful. Which you meant it to be, of course. Always good when what we write conveys what we mean it to. 🙂
Very true! Thanks for reading..
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