individuality, life, experience
Born, purely undefined,
Neither scarred nor lined.
A face lacking experience.
An unmarked appearance.
Laid subtly into emotions hands,
They begin sculpting permanent brands.
No matter a smile or frown,
Emotion chose you to crown.
From the moment of bestowment,
The air is thick and potent.
It will envelop you wherever you go,
Choosing the most unexpected times to show.
And there, where black is printed on white,
Phrases crack and emotion takes flight.
Wings etch pain into your brow,
They create the hurt of now.
All the same, they are able to caress,
Feathers are capable of utter gentleness.
Softening the creases once less fine,
Forming a smile from that hard line.
Emotion is powerful, have no doubt.
There is but one way out.
Do not choose that road to go,
It will bring about emotions worst- sorrow.
If…, then in the end there will not be
A painting to see,
A map to lead,
Or a story to read.
Stay, and tell your tale, through a face lined or undefined.