Sonnet

A happy heart makes the face cheerful,
but heartache crushes the ambience.
Effortlessly, I become fearful,
mistakenly I neglect the fact there’s always an audience.
I swiftly try and hide any trace of emotion,
I attempt to conceal them from the light.
I’m aware they’re expecting a reaction,
Cause in my pain they take delight.
I’m numb, have lost all feeling,
Unable to express myself sincerely.
Motionless, I manage to look to the ceiling,
“Dear Lord” I pray to you oh so dearly.
As I begin to realise and appreciate,
To your children, You are eternally compassionate.