Don’t tell please, but confidentially,
at times, I feel an imposter, posing
as a responsible adult, dressed up,
made up like I’m really something, someone,
while inside, the mask cracks, uncertainty
makes the domino warp, confidence thin.
It’s hard to ignore the childhood soundtrack
and nurture that inner, sad, frightened child.
By now, though, a familiar routine:
I calmly smooth, soothe, the child’s tear-streaked cheek,
and remind her of all we’ve accomplished.
I hold her hand and calm her fears, tell her
we are happy now, nothing more to fear.
Life endures intact, the domino whole.
Poetic Asides, April 13, 2015, Poem-a-Day challenge.