Swallowing the knots,
so they stay inside.
Do not show a fear,
sorrows seem to hide.
Masking with fake smiles,
as time passes by.
Share a laugh or two,
enjoying blind eyes.
All of life is great,
feelings are blurry.
Protecting others,
from unseen worries.
Posture always straight
head up and chin high.
Cheerful demeanor
with a silent sigh.
No space for complaint
this life is a gift.
We should be grateful
so sadness can lift.
So easy to know
the right way to feel,
yet taxing to do,
when despair is real.
Daydreaming of hope
to light this abyss.
One step at a time,
while finding true bliss.
– Grace Y. Estevez
The Reluctant Poet 