So many unfinished thoughts,
so many words unsaid.
So many feelings pushed away
for protection.
Understanding that sometimes
time is what you need.
Understanding that you don't have much time.
A thought.
A blink.
A breath.
A feeling of dread,
but relief.
When time
stops
and the mask fades.
What a feeling—
learning to grow.
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Author:
A.N. (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2026 16:49
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Comments6
Excellent poem, mate. I really enjoy your writing style
Thank you so much!
A poem of time in a relationship and getting past the time to respond. Well done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
I have more masks than Don Post 😁 Well done.
😂 I’ll take that as a compliment! Thank you!
It is indeed! You’re welcome!
Hauntingly beautiful. It captures the fragile moment when the mask finally fades and all that remains is the truth of what we have been carrying.
Yes! Thank you!
You are welcome.
Masterpiece… the beauty of being a student
Thank you!!
agree with the sentiments expressed by you - well done
Thank you!
you are most welcome
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