The Invisible Mask

Brimelow

I long for the day when I am not wrapped up in fabric,
nor trapped in textiles.

Yet I worry about the abiding impression…
The lines on my face, the notches and the etches.
The scars on my grace, the hole in my soul.

When the summer reigns
and I am free of chains and ready to bask,
will I still be strapped in an invisible mask?

  • Author: Brimelow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2021 13:04
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Comments3

  • FredPeyer

    Brimelow, we all wear masks all the time in order to seem to be the person the other people expect.

  • Goldfinch60

    As Fred has said we all wear masks in differing situations but only to those we truly love is the mask removed.

    Andy

  • Eugene S.

    Words of a Pharaoh...



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