A Woman’s Agony by Bella Coronel

A Woman’s Agony by Bella Coronel

Naturally, a woman needs a lot of time to get ready,
but it has gotten easier recently.
I wear my sadness like a T-shirt.
I put on my loneliness like socks and my anxiety like pants.
Anyone can smell the scent of my depression
like fabric softener. But my perfume smells better,
its fragrance is a blend of hate with a hint of grief.
I flaunt every shining, luxurious pretenses
similar to diamonds and jewels,
while my insecurities are concealed like undergarments.
And in nudity, I expose inadequacy.

Should I live my life like a cashmere sweater in the summer?
To suffocate in my self-doubts,
to consider vulnerability as a flaw,
I am just a human with a lot of weaknesses.
All I wanted to wear the most
is a smile without any ounce of sorrow
without the fear of uncertainty about tomorrow.

Oh, how I wish we all had a closet full of happiness.

—Bella Coronel

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Author’s Bio

Bella Coronel is celebrated as the echoing voice of many broken hearts, portraying tales of life’s sorrows and promising beginnings.

She dreams of making her mark, one poem at a time.

Connect with Bella Coronel on Instagram and TikTok at @bellacoronelwrites, and on Facebook at Tacit Poetry by Bella Coronel.