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