Behind This Smile

Behind this smile is a host of mixed emotions. Like a scared rabbit I want to stand stock-still In the stare of headlight-eyes. Their interrogating concern Prompts my reply in cautious terms. "A little up-hill, one day at a time...how are you?" And a brief breathing spell, Whilst I try to take in News I'll certainly forget. Racing for refuge, making for home, Ever conscious of quizzing stares. "Do I have the right shoes on Is my hair a mess What's my face doing Is it giving the game away?" Behind my solitude-safe door I pant. Gulping in calming-quiet-air. I did better last time. Caffeine stillness takes me over, And my trembling voice demands, "Smile, it suits you!"