She puts on a brave face when I thought her old face was brave,
all the features remain, dark brows, deep eyes, slanted mouth, but subtly different,
exposed, vulnerable, yet se with defiance, declaring herself immune, even when
she knows she’s not.
She puts on a brave face, hoping we will all believe it is real,
she on the edge of the unknown, ejected, rejected, lost in space, seeking a
place to land when there is no orbit she can cling to, and she’s scared if she
waits too long she will crash.
She puts on a brave face for those who love her and worry love
her, but are helpless to help her when at the end of the day she has to help
herself.
She puts on a brave face because that’s all she
has left, not so much a face that set a thousand ships to sail, but a face
standing on the widow walk, staring out into the endless
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