There are faces
And then there are faces
A bitch resting face
A neutral face
A mad face
An angry face
A sick face
A tired face
A world weary face
A bright face
A cunning face
And tons of other faces
I love them all equally
Or unequally?
This face I wear
Ain't mine
I borrow faces
To emote feelings
Running wild in my head
In my body
In my mind
I wear many faces
Each day
A different face
Each situation
A different face
Each occasion
A different face
These faces I wear-
Long
Happy
Sad
Thoughtful
Disappointed
Stressed
Strained
Wise
Open
Honest
Scowly
Scarred
Fearsome
Feisty
-I wear them with pride
Today it's a shiny face
Tomorrow it's a mask of a face
Some with a measure of hesitancy
I wear
Some faces are formidable
And threatening to other faces
I wear these faces only when needed
On extreme contrivances
Many faces have I
But I'm stuck with two
These two faces I find
Are all that I need
They carry the messages
I desire to spread
These faces of mine
Have served unreservedly
Faithfully
Loyally
Swerving neither left nor right
As straight as parallel lines
Remain they
Poker-faced
Unfazed
These are the faces I favour
This face I wear
Wears me out sometimes
I teach it to laugh
But it adamantly refuses
So I borrow a laughing face
This isn't my face
My face is fair
And long
And fair
And pimply
And dimply
That's my face alright
But the face that looks out at me now
I fear
I do not recognise
This face of mine
It draws people to me
And chases others away from me
This face of mine
Mine yet not mine
This face I wear
Does it accurately portray me?
Am I my face?
Is my face I?
This face I wear
Simple yet complex
Underneath the lines
The care worn lines
Of having lived
Underneath the crags and craters
That garnish the surface of my face
Lies yet more faces
The face of worry
The face of doubt
The face of shame
The face of anxiety
Many faces have I
But above all
I prefer my homely face
My homely face exudes peace
My homely face exudes love
Tolerance
Acceptance
This face I wear
Which do you wear?
I wear the face of success
And when I'm feeling exceptional gay
I wear the fey
The fey face never fails me
When times are bad
Then comes out the bold
The rock face's strong and hard
But then
It's too heavy for comfort
I can barely carry it around
I pray they continue to serve
These faces of mine
Until the day
I put them finally to rest
And that I shall do with a smile
Knowing that I have used them all
And exhausted them of whatever life drop
They might have possessed
Photo Credit; Musings from Mt. Helicon
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