Feet of Clay

Once again I am reminded of my many follies
Cracks in my otherwise fluid nature
Made larger and more invasive through long nights and too much sun
It seems I would make a poor poker player
My every apparent emotion crossing my face unchecked
But as easy as they flash over my features they are gone
I choose not to hold onto or gather ill will
It's fleeting foothold upon my facial _expression is bad enough
And then some see exasperation and bewilderment as something more
Ask me then and there about it not days later as I'll not remember
For pain and hurt are not emotions I need more than a passing glance of
So given the opportunity I'll grasp Joy and Love close to my soul
Waving off anger as one would a buzzing bee
Occasionally like the bee I will get stung by anger
Causing swelling for a moment, irritating my soul till it rejects it in a facial flinch
This quick, fleeting shadow across my face in no way reflects my state of mind
So I leave you with this thought;
If my features give you the impression that I am upset or worried, just ask
I may just surprise you with the answer if not by my own follow-up question
Which hurts more, the implied frown or the assumption that it was directed at you