What does my face look like?
Can we ever know what others see when the tears remain unshed. When our dry eyes glitter with mixed emotions. When pain, fear, anger, weakness and power struggle to balance the gaze. Is that liquid -sweat or tears, blood or bile? Is that tremor strength or weakness ? Is that fire pain or anger. It is all. Truth is many. Look for one? You find others. What does my face show of this. Who cares to read it must look here where my words show what I sometimes want to hide, sometimes want to shout, always want to understand more fully. What does my face look like when I want to hide my truth? What does my face look like when I want to show my truth? What does my face look like when I don’t know my truth? When I want to find it? When I don’t want to find it? When I want to be known? When I want to keep my truth hidden. Is that truth also a lie? The face in the mirror shows some, conceals others. Here is a shadow made of light and dark, wishes and dreams, nightmares and history.