Nancy L. Meek

HIDDEN TEARS AND FEARS

I turn my face into the sun
squinting at the rays so bright
so blinding, I can hardly see
I shade my eyes from the glaring light

smiling, or so it seems
to passers-by who notice me
they cannot see my broken dreams
thus smile back and wave at me

on the surface all they know
is the look upon my face
misunderstanding the emotion
putting another in its place

at times I laugh when I should cry
but the pain is too great to bear
thus I smile, so it seems, to the sky
as I pray to the heavens there.