the curtain rises
born with intuitive grace
we bask in the show
then tears build a wall
and days unfurl into years
the party grows old
till a new moon shines
nothing left (or right) to chance
toss the dice once more
in the hush we feign
betting on the hand of fate
to change destiny
but stripped to the bone
the curtain of darkness falls
a shroud for the shame
still the day begins
a trick of light and shadow
burning umber sky
an unwary smile
a mask we still wear each day
hiding our true face
intolerable
Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story Challenge for the inspiration to try something a bit different for me- a narrative poem of sorts.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 