The Eccedentesiast: A poem about hiding pain behind a smile


The Eccedentesiast

I tell of my journey

with a smile on my face-

how else shall I explain

the pain that time

simply cannot erase?

To tell it with emotion

would paralyze me there

unable to move forward

every time I share.

The process of becoming

a master of disguise

was long and arduous;

the truth ever-present

just behind my eyes.

Years of living daily

with my spine in a vise

requires this constant


that only some will realize.

So, my smile I will affix

as I step into each day,

for my pain is mine alone

and I will face it

come what may.

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By: Emily I Painter

Copyright 2017

All Rights Reserved


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