IT'S ALL WELL

Sure It's easy 

To say yeah it's all well

Three words that really don't convey much 

except the notion that one is alright 

Three words balanced 

on the precipice of a narrow outcropping 

Propped up by sheer will 

which may succumb to gravity at any moment

Sure It's easy or is it

The full force of mind training 

done for years and years bearing fruit 

for when it is needed the most

Replastering the invisible ramparts

that ring my being

For what ? 

Peace bought at an unfortunate cost

Shallow tranquility that I wear like a mask

To shroud the urge to shout, to scream

To break out from the stifled decay

of recirculated airconditioned air

bathing me with its superficial calm

Instead I smile, a wan smile, a defeated smile 

to keep that inward warmth 

from spreading into a glow on my face