The mask I have to wear
to make it through the day
wears a smile
that covers disappointment,
loss, and
loss, and
all the words I dare not say.
Soon I will fly over the mountain pass,
breathe deeply the energy
of being where I belong,
among my people,
of being where I belong,
among my people,
where there is no need of masks.
Where masks are what doesnt fit.
belatedly, for grapeling's mini-challenge at Toads: Masks
To be where I belong ... my poetry is getting closer. Can poems come masked, or do they--like this one--escape from under the mask?
ReplyDeleteoh i cannot WAIT for you to arrive there and cast off that mask!!! xo
ReplyDeletei love that touch of relief and comfort in the second stanza......
ReplyDeleteMask or no hon, your spirit shines through no matter what.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Your last line says it all, Sherry, and it is a rare place on Earth where none is required.
ReplyDeletethat will be lovely, Sherry :). Thank you for contributing to the challenge ~ Michael
ReplyDelete"Where masks are what doesnt fit." a beautiful reframing... freedom.
ReplyDeleteI long for you to be with those people...can I come too?! (((hugs))) YOU are amazing~
ReplyDeleteI am hoping that soon you will be where there will be no need for masks, Sherry!!! We all should be so lucky!
ReplyDeleteon that last day before the rest of our days we can finally lay that mask down...and just be...it is a shame though we can not find it before then...smiles..
ReplyDeleteI look forward to you returning to where there is no need of a mask...
ReplyDeleteSounds like a beautiful place you are going to!
ReplyDeleteJust to be ourself!!
ReplyDeletePoignant and lovely.
ReplyDeleteMadeleine Begun Kane
why do we feel like we need to wear a mask? why can't we just feel what we feel and not pretend? this was lovely.
ReplyDeletein life we all have worn many masks depending on our age, context and with whom we're around, i.e. family, friends, alone, etc.
ReplyDeleteeven when we' think we're being ourselves, the little that we know about ourselves, others see us the way they see us so in that regard we are wearing the mask they've dressed us in. We, humans, are chameleons we can adjust, acclamate
Gracias, mi amiga
the sense of freedom when the mask is removed echos through out this poem...
ReplyDeleteNo masks. Oh, if we were just so brave on this side of life!
ReplyDeleteUmmm..this took my breath away, Sherry!! Please take me along.....xoxo
ReplyDeleteLovely writing, Sherry. I think of old age as being able to leave ones mask behind. Over the hill but not yet to The Happy Hunting Grounds.
ReplyDeleteI am in one of these places and have a foot in the other. No fair peeking. I hope you had old age and retirement, et al, in mind and not the other.
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I hope you can go, I hope you do go, but most of all I hope you find it to be the place where masks are unnecessary.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
I wonder what would happen if we all dropped our masks and stood face to face. What a different world this would be...but I fear this is for the next world, as we might not be able to bear the truth.
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