Saving Face

Pride, Fear and Vulnerability

How can you expect
to give your heart
while saving face
when every soul
standing before her
is an open book

She reads your mind
digesting thoughts
rendering each word
null and void
until presented
on a Silver Platter

And...

You hold her affection
wrapped as a gift
possessed but unaccepted
keeping your reaction
abstruse and Alarming
while her intentions
are undeniably authentic

But...

When the bow
becomes a Padlock
and the wrapping paper
weathers away into stone
you'll look
into the mirror

At the Face you saved
and ask yourself
over and over again
how could such anguish
have been worth
so relentlessly

Fighting for...........

Reviews

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what a great metaphor..how many times have we all been down this road..saving face clearly is lying to yourself, many noses have been cut off for this reason..your use of affection as a gift that you refuse of accept but keep without using really captured the understanding of the feeling and then the bow becoming a paddock..this just strenghtens the poem..a really well constructed and thought out piece which shows your every rising talent..

[Tate Morgan]

Love by it's very definition is a risk.To open your heart to another is to risk being denied.Courage doesn't mean Im not afraid or too stupid to recognize the danger.It is in fact overcoming ones fears in the face of what might be.All for the chance at something better

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. i don't know where to start ... you talk of that which is so core to us ... i fight for something "relentlessly" and i cannot but wonder if it's worth it ... what is it that makes us fight ? ... this is a very thought-provoking piece of writing ...