An invisible crown.
Many wear about town.
Smiles on their faces.
Needing warm embraces.
Their hearts heavy and sad.
Where and when did it all go so bad.
No joy to be found, gloom abounds.
Underneath is a broken heart.
They never speak of why or how it starts.
Carrying anger, grief and hurt.
Sharped tongued words they blurt.
They strike out at others for their non belief.
As if they placed the crown.
They wear around town.
Wearing that smile to hide what they feel.
God know what inside you is real.
He sees all you hide.
As down the street with that crown you stride.
-Elizabeth Booher Bowman
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