The word 'whelve', contemporarily meaning to bury something beneath something else to hide it.

This is for Week One.

The name of this poem is "I'm Fine".

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You call me down for dinner again,

when I least expect it.

So I start to panic, while my smile gets thinner again.

Sadness, no you don't suspect it.

You don't seem to realise how I try my best to hide my pain from you.

I whelve it gently,

tuck it neatly,

under my carefully stitched facade.

Just so you

can continue to

enjoy your walk along the promenade.

I'm fine,

I said I'm fine, I'm doing alright, there's no need to worry.

When my tears leak when I'm still smiling like a Cheshire cat, I assure you it's not because I'm crazy.

I'm just tired,

maybe I'm just wired

differently,

honestly,

maybe it's a one-off thing,

or something caught in my eye,

you don't even have to say anything,

or wonder why.

Tonight, I sewed the cracks together with needle and thread.

I made sure to conceal my melancholy and dread.

I'm not depressed like they say, no I'm fine.

I'm just carving a new way, a thin line.

Finding new hobbies that's why I'm bored of my old ones, see?

I'm trying to kill the old me and become a new me, see?

It's just evolution, rebirth, so don't be silly.

So put away your rue and your lily.

When you found me at the bottom of the lake,

I didn't mean to scare you for goodness sake.

I'm fine,

what part of that don't you understand?

My mask is mine,

I'm not in denial, do you understand?

So I drown myself in daylight

so no-one would suspect a thing.

I colour me in sunshine

so no-one would say a thing.

Because they'll only make it worse.

Bring attention to this curse.

And then I'd have to admit I'm not fine.

And I refuse to cross that line.

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