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Welcome to Wednesday Words, where each week we’ll dazzle you with words from a variety of poets! This week’s poem comes from our own Stacy Overby, and one of her contributions to our Feminine Flower poetry submissions.
Stacy Overby is a columnist and graphic designer at www.ourwriteside.com. Her short stories and poems have been featured in multiple anthologies, online, and in lit journals. Scath Oran is her first solo poetry collection and her debut full length novel, Tattoos: A Black Ops Novel is coming out soon. She is the program director for an adolescent dual diagnosis treatment program by day and an author by night. Her day job provides inspiration for many of her stories. When not at work or writing, she and her husband are playing with their son, hiking, camping, or involved in other outdoor activities – if it is not too cold. She, along with her social media contacts, can be found at www.thisisnothitchhikersguide.com.
Cracked and broken, crumbling inside;
a thin veneer of civility hiding it all.
Fractures that show are frowned upon—
a perfect image the touted goal.
Quiet and beautiful, subservient,
remaining in assigned life stations.
Yet through the cracks, filling broken spaces
in softness and steel.
Tearing down turns to rebuilding.
The scars enhance, become something more—
grace and strength unparalleled.
Roiling and raging fires
consuming all else
Pressure builds under the blistering heat
trapped deep within
While outside is unmarred
No hint of the damage
The hideous truth from the world
Isolation becomes the norm
as the storm clashes on
lightning flashes sparking more wildfires
until nothing is left
but that unblemished exterior—
All anyone wants to see
to acknowledge exists
an illusion of perfection