Poem: Written on Razor Edge

If it wasn’t for the pretending
She’d never smile at all
Fear of causing discontent
Keeps her hiding from the world
Her eyes still tell a story
That no one cares to read anymore

Poem: The Winding Down

Daddy is home and the children rush
To wrap their arms around them
Like so many times before
Laughing and chattering and vying
For some piece of his attention

Mother is in the kitchen cooking
Being a good house wife
Keeping the home and the children
Protecting all of their dreams
At the expense of hers