The Pond of Hidden Fears
Where tears cry alone
Hidden wounds,
Hidden scars,
Hidden tears,
Falling into the pond of
hidden fears,
If you see a little light in my smile,
You won't see the bulbs that grow dim,
And fade into this hidden horror forest,
I call depression,
Another morning;
I open the curtains,
A half-smile dances on my lips,
As sunlight floods my room,
I wish my head could keep the
beauty of that light, forever,
But even sunlight fades into the
night.
Hidden wounds,
Hidden scars,
Hidden tears,
Falling into the pond of
hidden fears,
This is the pond of hidden fears,
Where tears cry alone.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
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I'm a lady who loves writing, reading, music, singing, and life!
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