Sunday, July 26

Discarded



Years gone by
my supple flesh turned steel
I've grown a mask as large as the world

YET, I cannot carry this mask further
Its weight pulls at my temples

Today it must be shed
and with its shedding will come the tears
like a river fall
they'll descend

This is my hurt
this is my pain

it will fall away with the mask

Shared at Magpie Tales

16 comments:

  1. Nice write. Emotional and heavy.

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  2. A very nice idea, a touch too literal.

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  3. You have hit truth about the nature of masks. Even though it becomes debilitating to hide our true selves, it is difficult and painful to discard the mask. Excelent!

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  4. Oh... nice! We went in similar directions with this, although not exact. I love how this flows and the story it conveys.

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  5. Theres always another Mask ....or maybe a cable guy, at least

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  6. Candid thoughts.

    Even if one tries to stretch the mask and don it , ultimately the fake facade will crack and fall with a thud.

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  7. when a fake mask becomes your identity then taking it off is also painful,

    Ashamed

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  8. "I've grown a mask as large as the world"

    Love that line; it reads like the beginning of a novel I would want to read all the way to the end.

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  9. eventually we all have to give it up. thankfully, the tears leave with it

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