post-a-poem, april eight

i am clunky boots
and loose fitting shifts
summer free
and lightweight
at first glance.
i am resentful underneath
i am circumstance.
i am willing when i want to be
withdrawn
dark and heavy...
{beneath
the bright exterior
i lay
in wait}
i am an implosion set to detonate
i am many
yet
i am few.
i am a lie
embedded
in what is true.

prompt suggested by liz