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Behind this facade

of dancing eyes

and brazen smiles

hides sadness and tears.

Guilt unacknowledged

rage never released.

A desire,

nay a need,

to obliterate

to keep me from seeing

the truth hidden in my past.

Acknowledgement

of lies and abuse

that must be faced

and purged.

I have ceased to be.

I must reclaim

a life that is so askew.

Straighten about my path

and discard the crutch I carry.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

December 31/17