Masks...
Masks, many wear them
Some people, more than one
They're covered by hundreds
They think that they're done
That life will be better
And no one will know
That they're hiding behind something
And that NO ONE cares to go
Beyond the masks they wear
To see what's really under
True, many DON'T care
Or for one second, wonder
Why their need for so many?
It screams of pain untold
And not many dare go there
To stand, and help fold
Back the edges, many delicate
And so easily broken
Some, hard and fast
A definite token
Of wounds deep
embedded
Not even willing to look
To go through the pain
And have their foundation be shook
It is not an easy task
To hold a mask,
once removed
And to see the pain left
Lines of pain deeply grooved
Into scars, the reminders
Of a memory of the past
That once the
mask removed
The scar WILL last
A reminder to show you
From whence you came
And also, a reminder
To not go there, again...
Connie R Jordan... 091018
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