Solitude

He wandered with nowhere to go and nowhere to be found.
Slowly finding his way into the shadows.
He had pushed everything and everyone so far away.
Was it not what he wanted, to watch the world from the background?
Never fully living, sharing, nor loving?
He gave up on the world, so it gave up on him.

Brave Face

What’s a brave face?

Put on a brave face, she said

It’s funny how we live in a world

where we are told that our opinions matter, our lives matter, our thoughts matter

How can it matter?

You tell me to me to put on a brave face, so you’re telling me to keep quiet

Put on a brave face, now I can not speak out

What’s a brave face?

Is being brave not to be bold

How shall I be brave?

Shall I put on a brave face like makeup in the morning

What’s a brave face?

Put on a brave face, she said