As my mask slips, I wonder if anyone will notice
After all, It would take consideration, and care, to see
The changes occurring.
Slowly, methodically, I have unbuckled every strap
Loosened the tightly woven knots
That held this carefully conceived falsehood together
And waited
But now I am restless, writhing and wriggling beneath
An ill fitting skin
Like a snake, I long to scrape and slide against the rough hewn edges of the world and leave this old lie behind.
Even now my eyes become dull and I agitate easily
Striking out at dangers not there.
I long to be revealed, and wish to stay concealed
Want to feel the warmth of the sun on new skin
I may have been mistaken
All those times I thought I had grown
Into what I would become
What mask should I try on next
How long until I shed my last skin
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Author:
ScrapsnScribbles (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Small thoughts on how changing. How, even in the midst of change, we can wonder if it will last and if that would be for the better.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
In this poem I hear the opposing forces of change (I long to be revealed, and wish to stay concealed) a great line. Very nicely done
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