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I feel like crying ’til a drought is claimed,
every pound I’m losing feels like naked truth
every fear I’m feeling seeping through my skin
manifesting clearly on my unveiled face
only in the mirror staring back at me
to everyone else I seem convinced
so sure of each step, unfaltering will
no sign of tears behind my eyes
ready, at a trigger’s notice to spill;

gotta keep my comedienne’s face alive
gotta keep my voices finely tuned
gotta keep my humor as a mask
gotta keep my costume finely groomed.

Emily Cloward © 2016-2018

Find more of my poems at The Melancholy Spitfire

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3 thoughts on “Comedienne

  1. Beautifully expressed. The opening line is already very powerful and intense with the words “until a drought is claimed”. Then words like “the naked truth”, “every fear I’m feeling seeping through my skin” and “unveiled face” keep the poem’s initial great emotional intensity alive, which contrasts with the attitude to hide these feelings in the openness, the need that, despite the pain, we are too often forced due to society’s requirements, to wear a mask, “a comedienne’s face alive”. I like the idea of “humor as a mask”, a very important medicine when we all feel low.

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