Unknown to Others

Unknown to Others

I gather my fears together
and polish them to a golden sheen
with a bright forced smile.
The ruse works well.
Others look at me
and know no difference.
But I do.
The fear of all that encircles me,
all that is outside
and threatens to come in,
holds me bitter bound
under my skin.


Cynthia Pitman

I am a retired high school English teacher. I began writing again this past summer after a 30-year hiatus. I have recently had poetry published in Vita BrevisPostcard Poems and ProseRight Hand PointingEkphrastic ReviewLiterary Yard, Amethyst ReviewAdelaide Literary Magazine, Three Line Poetry, Leaves of Ink, Third Wednesday, and Mused. I have had fiction published in Red Fez, Saw Palm: Florida Literature and Art and Dual Coast Magazine. My first poetry collection, The White Room, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books.

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  1. The invisible and silent struggle so many war inside the recesses of their own mind. The endless fight many of us know and recognize as depression. Well penned.