I walk a line between a real life and my heart.

A lying life that betrays my happy beat.

Mine is to be lighthearted in my failures

and flailing attempts at


If only I could knock myself out with some

sleeping pill

And awaken in another life, where I’d

remained authentic

and found some measure of success

and real understanding.

Perhaps it is the irony of life’s tragedies

that keep my disposition

frequently sunny.

It is often not the comedic source I seek.

Rejection takes its toll.

Shhh…if you listen, you can hear,

my heart break.

-Hopefawn Levenson R.



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