This is about when you've been building up walls, pretending that nothing is wrong but something happens that brings them tumbling down.
Also, the dictionary definition for veneer is:
1. a thin layer of good wood covering the surface of a cheaper wood in furniture etc.
2. an outward show of some good quality (e.g a veneer of politeness)
I thought that it suited this poem well and it mostly represents the line: 'facades will shatter'
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Every word you've written fits into the whole deal like a piece of puzzle. I especially like the 'lonely scarlet wounds' because that's what wounds become when they're not watched over, not mended, and all suspicions of who gave them to us leave, fade.
"Facades will shatter." the ones we're kept up for so long and so defiantly, so strongly, passionately, stubbornly, no? In the end, it's all brought down on us, and truths hit hard on our dreams, emotions, wishes and false happiness, built on what we wanted to think is real.
At some point, it's not the others that don't satisfy with a false "I'm fine.", it's rather us. Because we're sick of being invisible. Going unnoticed. Concealed.
Truth gets us. Reality gets us. Everything we've shielded of with a facade gets us. Our happiness is gone and we're left as shocked and as hurt as we were in the start.
We're not satisfied with being a number. An abstraction.
It's not enough. And the fear of being hurt hits us full strength. We get hurt. We bleed.
And life goes on.
Just my interpretation of the poem. I took it, perhaps, a slight bit too personal, and found myself in it completely.
Thank you for this poem. I love it, it's lovely, it's fantastic. You made my day.
Every word you've written fits into the whole deal like a piece of puzzle. I especially like the 'lonely scarlet wounds' because that's what wounds become when they're not watched over, not mended, and all suspicions of who gave them to us leave, fade.
"Facades will shatter." the ones we're kept up for so long and so defiantly, so strongly, passionately, stubbornly, no? In the end, it's all brought down on us, and truths hit hard on our dreams, emotions, wishes and false happiness, built on what we wanted to think is real.
At some point, it's not the others that don't satisfy with a false "I'm fine.", it's rather us. Because we're sick of being invisible. Going unnoticed. Concealed.
Truth gets us. Reality gets us. Everything we've shielded of with a facade gets us. Our happiness is gone and we're left as shocked and as hurt as we were in the start.
We're not satisfied with being a number. An abstraction.
It's not enough. And the fear of being hurt hits us full strength. We get hurt. We bleed.
And life goes on.
Just my interpretation of the poem. I took it, perhaps, a slight bit too personal, and found myself in it completely.
Thank you for this poem. I love it, it's lovely, it's fantastic. You made my day.
This is definitely a poem that everyone can relate to, I think that's why I like it so much. Everything from the wording to the font, just worked very well together. Keep it up.