Angele Toomey Poetry

So summer break is over and I am heading back into work. If you have thoughts on what inspired today’s poem please leave a comment!

Becoming what is expected
The colour feels cold and wet
as I glide it across my eyelid
knowing it will set hard
to last the coming day.
As it dries I will travel through
a window
becoming someone else.
Each layer adds to my armour.
I will sitting at my desk within the hour,
my disguise sewn seamlessly
to an element of truth.