Here I stand before you

My thin veneer broken

And all my deepest fears

Sitting in the open

Words at rest, unspoken

A small shattered token

Glancing all around me

I feel my words choke and

Our eyes never meeting

You see my grief soak in

To polished floor, oaken

Flaws hidden now woken

Here I lay upon it

This veneer I’ve chosen

Shattered into pieces

Now I am heartbroken

Tears go up like smoke and

Peace in stillness frozen.