Quiet Grief

QUIET GRIEF Your bulging eyelids Tell me that your pillow was again atop your face last night providing a perfect cover suppressing the sobs absorbing the tears concealing the pains of life lest your sister-roommate suspects As you went about the business of the day you face the world with a Mona Lisa smile more than a perfect cover an enigmatic façade of a young beauteous professional concealing the scarred and confused heart lest those green-eyed officemates find out. But your grief is a story a silent ear can hear. It is a song a loving heart can echo or a picture a caring hand can paint. Your sad eyes Tell me that it is indeed darkness But isn’t it that in darkest night where stars shine most brightly?