Insanity

Insanity
I talk to them and smile and
open presents; I am back, and things
will be normal.
Beneath the ceremony…                                I am unauthentic.
Thankfully, children cannot see the truth.

But you can,
You, who peers through the façade…           I am defective.
You call out to the true me.

I follow the household routine,
sorting laundry; I’ve returned from that
grim place.
Hanging his shirts…                                        I am empty.
Thankfully, they cannot see the truth.

But you can,
You who walks the shadows of my house…I am inadequate.
You speak my name to the true me.

I drive to stores and find books
on the human brain; I miss the
sanctuary of dependence.
Turning the pages…                                         I am not real.
Thankfully, I cannot see the truth.

But you can,
You, who beckons me to high places…        I am the Velveteen Rabbit.
You whisper a secret to the true me.

I communicate with my husband and
explain my destructive behavior; Reality
frightens me; I want to fly away.
Speaking the words…                                         I am numb.
Thankfully, he cannot see the truth.
But you can,
You, who lends the steel blade…                   I am tolerant of pain.

You promise release of the true me.

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