There are cracks
beneath the manicured surface that
we all show beautifully
as shiny and perfect,
strong and immune.
But those cracks
grow ever wider
with each new stress
and all the pretence
that is needed to
maintain the painted front
of what we present
to the expectant world.
Till the day that
the cracks gape
open like a wound
and reveal woefully
the depth and
the chasm of
dreadful despair
that was always there
beneath this perfect life
that needed no repair.
21/12/2016