Waking earlier than usual, she shuffles eyes half closed, holding her forehead to the bathroom to run her bath. Peeking through tired eyes at her reflection and after careful evaluation sighs with relief that Man-made masks exist in all forms.
on ashen face
painting taupe shadows and liner
illusions of a happy face
Arriving at her appointment, she settles comfortably and opens up to a face of compassion. Tears running down her cheeks, her therapist listens with empathy and continues her task…
scraping and cutting
polishing for good measure
Who knew her foot doctor could be the only one who seems to “get it”? Too bad the next appointment is only in two months.
the perfectly shaped leaf
Daily Moments – November 22, 2017 a different kind of therapist (haibun – haiga) – MicroPoetry Month #22