THE MASK

Deep inside the brown iris of my eye, a tear has formed and your image is blurred

Whatever it is that has occurred is something for me to know and for you to find out

But I’m not going to cry out for your help

Because I hide behind this mask

This mask that for years as keep others away from the pain that I have incurred

When removed it reveals pain as a thunderstorm deferred or a reaction to something so petty and absurd

It wants to cry out for attention like a child who has been hurt.

It’s the only thing that’ll protect me and keep me out of harms way from the

Who? What? When? Where? Or How? of the meddlesome people of today.

And keep me from being the Defendant in one of Life’s Trials of

Tribulation.

But I’ll let God judge me instead of being hung by a dirty dozen

Because he knew what was behind the mask before I used it to cover

the hurt that now forms within the creases of my face.

I just have to hide behind the mask, AS IF it has the power to erase.

Reviews

[JC]

Very strong and powerful message. An enjoyable read.

JC

[Rambling Prose]

Wow! This is a poignant write. Excellent word choices and clear imagery. It enraptured me from beginning to end. Very well penned sentiments.

I've added notes to address a minor typo.