why so cold
You there -
With your brokenness and your slightly out-of-step walk...
Why so cold?
You smile and make nice,
And cut yourself to ribbons behind closed doors
With your shards of glass-sharp ice.
You think there's a reason for this.
And perhaps sometimes you dance.
And sometimes you stare blankly at the ceiling
Seeing clouds where there are no clouds.
You can play with the innocent frivolity of a child
And capture moments of beauty
All while nursing a dreadful wound
That gushes blood and bile all over your pages.
You're so scared of who you are
Or who you might become.
Do you wish to play the court jester forever?
Will you try to show a warmth you do not feel
And hope to fake it til you make it?
Or will you dive into the sea,
float across the waves,
and lie in wait for passing ships to sink?
© mjc 26 July 2013