Congratulations to our One Book One Town Writing and Mixed Media contest winner: Locked by Piper.
Locked Hello, How was your day they said, With their ear to ear bright smile I answer with a lie I reciprocate that smile, ‘good’ The tough friend can’t tell people the truth The tough friend is embarrassed to show friends the truth I’m the tough friend The friend that can’t be weak The friend that hides everything under a pillow The same pillow I whimper under twice a year Speechless. I write, I open the document that carries my secrets The document that feels like a friend I trust, Poetry. It all works, Behind the locked door, In the one place I feel I can express myself Alone I feel safe to share, Nothing leaves the page The nights cry I form my tears into verses The verses that will always be concealed The mascara running down my face Dripping on the pillow, Flip it over, no one cares, that's what I feel everyday, Hidden, Hidden, is what I feel They say talk to someone, Who can I talk to except for the poem page in my phone My emotions fill But like a full glass It has to spill soon But I can push it deeper I can’t let anyone know Even though, the poems grief, Begging to be let free but I’m not ready They're safe here I can’t be known as the weak friend In the open air people can judge. Friends spill their glasses, tell me their secretes, Knowing they won’t get anything in return And they can’t tell I’m broken in, From the mask covering myself I always have a smile on my face, Still I keep theirs private In fears that one day I’ll open up, Mine won’t be the secret of my life anymore, It will just add to the story of my life, But hidden is my life, The life I know, The life that is viewed as safe The phone dies, the poems locked The secret no one can hear, Locked. Locked from fear of no one understanding the pain, The page poured my emotions on last night. Locked away I rise with the sun, As I read the stanzas back The words flow The page got my point The page that gets me the most,
