Poems Writings

i lost my concealer

“The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.” 
C.G. Jung

i lost my concealer

somewhere between cruelty-free make-up and

letting my skin breathe

 

the raw jagged surface of my face

sits defenceless

in its blemished flush

 

my wounded ego

crawls and slithers under my skin,

naked

 

every shot from eyes

piercing through 

its paper-thin confidence

 

bare,

the chin freckled with anguished red

the cheeks blushed with hormonal crimson

the heart aglow with burning vermilion

 

where do we go from here?

when there is no nude veil

to rely on

 

to bury the sole compliment

spared for my looks;

[you have great skin]

is now moot, 

exhibited in a cage of glass

in the museum of my vanity

 

where do we go from here?

 

do you rely on anything to boost self-confidence?

 

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9 Comments

  1. Beautifully vivid poetry – can picture it perfectly! Great to see you again 🙂

    1. Thank you Tom. Sometimes I get what I call ‘notifcation anxiety’, so I am often late to reply to comments, but I always read them and they mean so much to me x

  2. Conceal is a fascinating word to unveil in this way. Even though you exposed a “wounded ego”, I feel like the speaker has a lot of control. I like how the compliment becomes caged, now to be studied while it’s inside of there, not reaching anyone outside of the vanity museum. Maybe one day it will be released like a firefly back into a midnight sky.

    1. Your comments is so beautifully written it’s a pome of its own! Thanks Lea x

  3. Love this baring of the soul via baring of blemisjes.

    1. Thank you, I’m glad you liked it

      1. You are very welcome.

  4. Imagery is amazing in this.

    1. Thank you 🙂

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