Underneath It All Poem by Ruth L. Rivers

Underneath the sadness of loss
Underneath the anger of pain
Underneath the sorrows today
Underneath this time and space
I am pretty.

Under the dark circles of no sleep
Under the expression on this face
Under the mask and eyes so glazed
Under these square shoulders stiffly framed
I am pretty.

Underneath the contempt for all
Under the biting poisoned words
Underneath the hard line I draw
Under the muttered bitter curse
I am pretty.

I am pretty.


By Ruth L. Rivers
June 1,2008