Ann Keiffer


Depression, give me back my mask!
Hand over that enduring smile,
the one that makes my jaws ache.
Reattach my cherished Hostess-Face,
Perfect-Mother-Wife, Creative-Genius,
Pioneer-Woman, Ready-Kilowatt disguise.
Don’t you see you’ve pried away
all I thought was best in me,
the charming, loving, gutsy,
witty, winning woman
who would never disappoint?
I paid dearly to fabricate perfection.
Paid dearly.
Maybe that’s your point.


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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