Cancer survivor and endurance

This smile is for you, the onlooking crowd. It is not a part of me. It is a front, what the crowd wants. It's not what it's expected to be. It's not from within. It's not from my gut. It's a phony. It's bogus. A fib. A rut. If the eyes are the windows to my soul, then delve there. You will find a maelstrom and a treacherous path, if you so dare. Choose wisely before you ask me about my day, Because I can allow the conversation to go either way. One is the iciness of truth, the other a pretense so warm. So choose wisely, curious greeter, enjoy the falsehood or endure the storm.


Submitted: June 15, 2012

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