My Hidden Smile

By Joshua Benjamin

A sunny smile shaded by a thick cloud;
My guten morgen were but a mere hallo; 
No true revelation of my electrifying excitement at humanity; 
No one can tell if I truly care, it’s just a clash of innocent pairs of eyes;
Whose true love are revealed by the gesture of the facial nerves;
I am but a stranger to my own kind in a vast world;
My identity forcefully imprisoned behind the bar of fabrics;
Because a microbe decided to become strikingly famous;
A piece of fiber punishing my nasal opening; 
An aggressive blockage to its helpful holes;
My oxygen rationed into unreasonable portions;
Can imagine my cells seeking to wage a large protest;
But calmed by the parental comfort of my neurons;
My stylistic ears given an undesired posture;
The odour of my mouth now the prevalent visitor at the doorsteps of my lungs;
Alas, when shall it end? Do we hope for relief or do we expect to believe?
That some prophecy has risen from its knees, to demonstrate ruthless dominion;
Yet my body cares less in a mess of many stress;
Seeing its sensory entry is forcefully denied nakedness;
In hope I hope that I might gain my freedom;
To again breathe the air of the Creator’s nature;
Freely given, even if I wish to pay a cent for a bit;
While a wait, let me but enjoy the reality of my hidden smile.