Glazed Over.

Crazing, they call it,
This fine lacework of surface flaws,
Brittle, tenuous,
Smooth to the touch.

These spider web cracks betray the fault.
Passing eyes may not notice
The mark of unbearable stress,
But it’s there.
It’s always there.

Walk a little faster,
Keep your eyes fixed on what’s ahead,
And hope that your forward momentum
Is enough.

Because when it isn’t
And your pace slows
And your heart quickens
And your smile fades
And your breath catches
And the fissures widen
And the dam breaks

That’s when it shows.

That’s when they notice.

9-30-14 RLP

 

 

photo credit Tim Regan