Maybe it's a sign


I don’t know when I stopped

the daily painting of my face

On a Monday?

Maybe a Sunday

or some other day between


It could have been deliberate

an attempt to feel more proud

But it's most likely I was exhausted

and my teenage fears just weren’t as loud


I’m sure I could still find

some current reasons to disguise

lashes lightened by sun kisses

and moments etched in laughing lines


So this Friday I decided

to find mascara and lipstick

To conceal my hard earned freckles

and make my beauty cosmetic


Of course the sky chose now to open

to quench the thirsty dusty land

and my painted face has melted

ruining all of my plans


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Yeah, isn't it just the way things go sometimes?

I love how the poem relates to so many, asks for empathy, and ends in a comical way. Well, comical to the viewer, not the one whose face is all covered in streaks.

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Brilliant. Not one for make-up myself and I am constantly astonished that someone would say that laughter lines are things to be ashamed of and need to be covered up (with this lovely and expensive goop that I happen to be selling).

I found myself smiling all the way through this piece and commiserating at the end. Nicely done.

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