Just a Thought

Just a Thought

By Scott L Vannatter – June 4, 2012

I smiled a smile; it was not real,
A painted on something to hide the hurt
which came from nowhere that I knew,
but stung all just the same.

It’s not unique, that smile of mine;
I learned it from others who, better than me,
have practiced the art, perfected the game
of dropping the screen in place.

I learned it young from friends and more,
those who, with years of training themselves,
can portray a fearsome, wooden frame,
where only twigs stand guard.

You’ve used it too; I know you have,
You’ve lived, you’ve loved, you’ve lost.
But, perhaps, I’m wrong and open are you
To slings and arrows from Willie’s play.

If so, I know not how to feel
About your gift or plight.
For if that smile you use not,
Then pain must accompany you home.

Twas when I was young that smile I knew,
but now that illness has struck,
I boldly go where none may have gone
to strike both sure and true.

You see I am not the person that I was
who could only smile and hurt
With two years’ pain of body and mind
I birthed myself anew.

Do I wish for you the pain I had
so normal would you stay?
I think if we all spoke more our minds
We’d learn from love to live.

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  • Indira  On June 9, 2012 at 9:05 am

    Very realistic and fabulous poetry, all your post are informative,inspiring and straight from the heart.


    • kindredspirit23  On June 9, 2012 at 9:38 am

      I try to allow my heart to have sway on what I write about each day. Thank you for the kind words.


  • Aspergers Girls  On June 5, 2012 at 7:51 pm

    Birthed anew! Yay! Brilliant poem. So real and filled with hope. Thanks, Sam 🙂


  • magsx2  On June 5, 2012 at 4:39 pm

    A wonderful poem, just beautiful. 🙂


  • buckwheatsrisk  On June 5, 2012 at 2:39 pm

    such a powerful message!


    • kindredspirit23  On June 5, 2012 at 5:47 pm

      Yes, I remember how it felt to smile when you really wanted to cry.
      I also remember the difference after the stroke when I just couldn’t do that anymore.


      • buckwheatsrisk  On June 5, 2012 at 6:11 pm

        wow that would be difficult! my Father in Law survived a near fatal stroke as well, he is much better than he was but he is unable to speak well or use his right arm, his reasoning isn’t great, and he likes the opposite things to what he used to…with that though he is happier, more social…again opposites..all that to say he wasn’t a man that ever cried until after his stroke.


  • Soma Mukherjee  On June 5, 2012 at 3:42 am

    Scott my goodness what a stunning poetry,,,
    i had a smile once
    which came from my heart
    and touched my lips
    and caresssed my eyes
    i stiil have it but
    she has a sister now
    she lives just on my face
    and shines on days when
    its just pain that flows from heart

    oh you are just beautiful loved it


    • kindredspirit23  On June 5, 2012 at 9:45 am

      Did you write this other? What wonderful poetry. It belongs on better than a comment! Thank you for the high praise.


      • Soma Mukherjee  On June 5, 2012 at 2:10 pm

        oh you inspire me so much ..as i was reading your poetry coudnt stop myself from posting a line or two..
        you are such a fab poet Scott


        • kindredspirit23  On June 5, 2012 at 5:48 pm

          Well, if it gets you composing things like about then I am all for it!



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