The Ruins Of Your Facades

you are right
Nicole
given the chance

or the option
you could have
thrown it
and taken
another

but it is there
sticking like
a permanent mark
of your body

a mole
a black islet in your
heart

given the choice
you want to be someone else
somewhere else
where you can
be very productive and
at ease

the strain is
stressful
it took you years
to accept
the irremovable

and since it cannot
be taken away
you must learn
to take it
and love it will all
your heart

i am referring to
yourself
the best that you
have for now
from the ruins
of your myriad
facades.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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