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I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago. It still doesn't have a title, and I'm not really sure if I'm finished with it yet. I usually write free verse (not rhyming), but sometimes things come to me as a rhyme. When that happens I say to myself, "well, here goes life throwing you a curve ball once again". I don't run from the energy, the thoughts, my muse; I just embrace it and see where it takes me.

Can you all see through this smile?

It's hiding layers of denial.

I stand tall as a statue everyday.

Yet, I'm crying on the inside everyday.

Drowning in my own sorrows,

do you have any happiness I can borrow?

Don't tell me the sun is shining.

This pain has latched on, its binding.

It has become one with me.

It's my past, it breathes my present, awaits my future, it defines me.

I can't shake it off,

I can't wish it off,

I can't dream it off.

Can I find happiness to outshine the pain?

Will that pull away these clouds and stop the rain?

How do I even start this test?

I'm willing to try this theory, "No Regrets".