Funnyside
It can be all shits and giggles at times. The funny comes out. Many times it has been the mask of opposites. To show what I did not feel. Perhaps in hope that it will penetrate myself. Pain can run deep beneathe a smile. It is a way of coping/not coping. Too long a way to survive some of the brutalities of my own life. Engrained to be happy or at least show it. Inner bruises don't show. There are times the eyes expose the realities. Most never see. The clown comes forward to push back my tears. The stories can flow. Laughter ensues. Live outside my box. This life. Dancing in my onsie on the balcony. Drop and make a snow angel at random. Organize an adult scavenger hunt. Switch ornaments between neighbours. Jokes and funny faces. For you. For me. Humour over sadness and pain. In time the issue will catch me. Til then the mask hides my truths.