It is hard not to conceal my emotions
When I was brought up
With missionaries of no emotion.
I do not realise when I am asked a question;
That I have not offered an expression with my answer.
It is not natural to me
As it’s supposed to be.
I have been constantly hiding in the shade;
Never in the sunlight to bloom.
Everyone I see,
Hide at least some of themselves.
Truly being who we are and
Portraying our whole selves
Has become like a myth.
Your laughter, your expression
Are something foreign to me.
The way you are effortless at just being
It confounds me
To see someone show so much emotion.
You wear your heart in sleeve
And it’s oh, so hard to resist
Trying to get to know you.
Slowly you taught me to show emotion;
To not be fully guarded everytime
Today, my love;
I stand here in this cemetery,
Looking down at the fresh dirt piled.
I cry unabashedly.
This poem isn’t even close to good; but then I’m not much inspired to write at the moment. I promise, the next time I try poetry, it will be much better.
In response to the daily prompt Conceal