We each wear masks of different
types and hues.
Some hide sorrow, some hide fear.
Others present a cheerful pose, but
hidden behind is a life of tears.
Once I dressed as a clown to cheer
an elderly group.
Surprise for me, to walk about freely
With no identity.
My face painted with one tiny tear.
A smile drawn from ear to ear.
A squeak tool to hide my voice.
I hid this day behind a mask and
found freedom for a while from
every sort of judgement and each
petty slight.
We all wear masks of different types!
written by Pauline July 17, 2006 copyright
inspired by Robs photograph of "Masks"
1 comment:
You would be perfect to join us.
Ladies, Goddesses And Bitches
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