My soul - a cardboard funhouse maze,
Like a harlequin, in countless masquerades.
It dances through the vibrant photo days,
Defying time's relentless, unyielding cascades.
My soul, a cardboard picture, frail, In a circus, it's a prop, a crafted tale.
To dusty records' songs, it sets its sail,
Painting life's vibrant colors without fail.
With a daring smile, it plays its part,
Like a harlequin, with a puppet heart.
When the soul's at its most fragile start,
A mask keeps it from falling apart.
March 18, 2023
Soul like a harlequin
Elena Yakhina