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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Health · #2253557
I look like a grinning fool.
She thought I gave a smile to her
but that was not the case.
I was just holding back the pain
and so I made a face.

My back was acting up again.
It happens now and then.
That’s when I try hard not to moan,
ignore it if I can.

I’ve learned to grimace silently,
pretend it is a smile.
I don’t want any sympathy;
you know that’s not my style.

So I look like a grinning fool
and no one is aware.
Someone up close may hear the truth -
under my breath I swear.

But she was far enough away,
she did not hear those cries.
Until she moved up close to me
and looked into my eyes.

Then she could see the pain I felt
and I could see she knew.
And I could tell the way she looked
that she had felt pain too.

And then she put her hand in mine
as if to help me heal.
I looked at her with gratitude.
This time my smile was real.

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