No Visible Injuries

No visible injuries
Never fixed by a Rx pad
You’ll pat me gently
“Oh, it’s not that bad”

You’ll shove me back
& I’ll maintain & pretend
I’ll smile & laugh
Even when I need a friend

We’ll always ignore
The darkness that looms
You’ll never care
As long as I resume

Once Upon A Suburban Street

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Once upon a suburban street
Where we lived, loved & laughed
Summer comes early in Jax
So, this house no longer has a draft

Warmth lets me resume my natural being
Yet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-through
I strut along, giving my neighbors
A bit more than a casual view