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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