Crack  

  Crack   



The smile suspended- pausing 

In air as if to check itself. 

A fleeting leak of integrity

Stolen by a moment

The silent process- shame. 

No turning back then

The hurt is out- pain. 

A sudden change in her gait

Three small steps out of pace

Her coat not right for the weather 

The panic in her eyes is fresh and 

Somehow out of place.  

Not her domain but 

A visitor, for the gateway too brief 

And could drive her insane 

Before it came for

Honesty could never rivet her

And the truth is a drain 

That could never consider her. 

October 2011