Face

If i were to read your face

I would struggle to find your mouth behind the words

Or see your eyes beyond a flow of tears still crying

In the silence I would see only lines and letters and words

and you barricaded in behind each sentence

Not knowing a safe house from a prison

Questioning the different meanings of a 'refuge'

And a 'bird in flight'

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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