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
And awaken in another life, where I’d
and found some measure of success
and real understanding.
Perhaps it is the irony of life’s tragedies
that keep my disposition
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.