Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

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… Stood before the night!

Said forbidding your pride.

To hide from would be emotion!

Laughing with devotion!

… My soul was full of woe;

I traced a smile for a frown;

And hid a bleeding, torn heart-

Behind the act of  a clown!


… When my limbs was trembling and weak,

I could go to lofty mountain grandeur!

I danced and sang without fear-

My burden gladly bearing breeze!

… I was acting, you besieged me;

That my laughter was just a tool-

To hide a heart etched with sorrow-

Behind the mask of a fool, shout of acclamation!! …