The edges are what we keep away from, mists, miasmas
put on a coat if it is cold, but never one of invisibility
smile, they said.In photographs, look your best
so much is expected of us- so much left unsaid

It follows that you must never trip up
on growths and tumuli among the ruins
once on a walk I sat down suddenly
refused to move for one whole hour

Nobody ever asked me why –
tell it here. It is no secret now
I felt as thin as vapour, hurt  by hills
by air, by toiling on –

That they never asked?

that shocked me more.

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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One Response to Smile

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    This poem is so vulnerable. It exposes such a beautiful and tender heart behind the hurting.


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