My Mask (Written at Camp Erin Summer 2010)

My mask is pastey white
Smooth as fine glass

Decorated with gody fake jewels, I keep a straight facade

Expectations glued onto my complexion

It’s all I see in my reflection

Bit inside is me
Words of my love
my hope
my soul
my fears
my truth
It takes much for you to see

What is truly me

Such a mask is clasped hard;

time it takes to pull it away,

to flip it and see

what is truly me.

©Terrah Short 2010

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