#WritcoPoemChallenge

The smile on my face isn't real
It doesn't bear witness to how I feel
Some wounds are yet to heal
Sometimes it reveals what I try to conceal
When I'm running in circles
Like an escape wheel, gives me an impulse
A couple more strides
To release what's locked inside
But my mind's on lease & I'm outside
Smokin' a pipe of peace, I'm at ease
In a mood to fight this disease
And after its decease, I took the keys
Opened the locks and let the breeze
Sweep away whatever is left as debris
And now I'm at peace.