The Metaphor

We rarely mean just what we say,
are we really meant that way?
Or is it just some of the games we play?
The house, the car,
the job, the clothes,
the stylish ways we've come know.
May just be empty props that set the stage
and keep us in our dirty cage.
Eyes are the windows, into the soul.
Hearts are the doorways, into truth we all hold.
Are we just expressions, acted out on the stage?
Love or hate shall I turn the page?
Life in simile is perhaps nothing more,
than just a simple metaphor,
that keeps us searching
always seeking more.

"Internal" Digital Painting by Jewel Martin