Plastic faces all around.
A plastered smile conceals a frown.
Loneliness beneath the clown.
Plastic faces try to hide
fear and hurt that lurk inside.
Too much danger to confide.
“Come closer,” I whisper through the mask.
“Don’t fear I won’t take you to task.
“I am you and you are me
beneath this anonymity.”
You lift yours
and I’ll lift mine.
I feel in this a push divine.
The wounds and scars that dare to show
cannot deal a fatal blow.
“Judge not!” I see the lines are grey.
That plastic face gets in the way.
Be who you were meant to be!
This is the means to set you free.
Plastic faces disappear
when this message rings out clear.
You were never meant to wear
Have I become the enemy of one who's part of me? How can he think that this is so? How much he doesn't see. He doesn't see the tiny babe that suckled at my breast. Nor the imprint on my lap where he would lie and rest. He doesn't see the little boy calling me his "favorite friend". Our walks and talks, the books we'd read, I never thought it'd end. He doesn't see the prayers sent up for aches and pains and fears. How could this be an enemy who's shed so many tears? Oh, beloved enemy if only you could know, of all the voices in your life mine is not a foe. A deeper love, I couldn't feel. Can I make you understand? Maybe not until you hold your own child's tiny hand. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you to make your life be blessed. I want no harm to come to you, but only what is best. Have I become the enemy of one who's part of me? Oh, Lord, I pray, please intervene and do not let it be!
A tunneled wound
Left to fester
Will not heal
Dig down deep
Remove the poison
All the ache
One cannot feel
Clean it up
Expose to air
Left a scab
White with time
Marks a growth
Lillian challenges us to write a quadrille (44 words) using both pronunciations/meanings of “wound”. Join us at dVerse poets pub
I just love this quote! We can choose every day who we want to be. A kind person? One who listens? A person actively involved in making the lives of others better? Are we the soft, warm breeze or the harsh, biting wind?
Realizing more and more that we are all the same inside and feel the same joy, pain, discouragement, fear etc. We put on masks to hide these facts from others and we do not live our lives authentically. I desire to do this, but it is not an easy path to take.