The maskA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Writing quickly as I go with coffee before work
The mask went off that day
The day that month that came so soon after oh happy happy May She had tried so hard all her life To just make it all seem Just so right just so plumb tight So snug and just so angel right Her friends one by one they Disappeared like smoke Like Up into some old chimney poke She cried as each ran from her side And gathered up her stronger pride Like a potter without its potters wheel She didn't know what was Real or spiel So she decided then and there She'd be herself Her own true honest self And wouldn't care At first her days alone were Filled with tears and spears Like ships that would never meet Again in any starry night She so feared Then she felt without a doubt A perfect peace had travelled here She was herself and no one and Not one thing mattered She was not putting up her purple mask She had toiled her whole life With that mask Indeed 'Twas time for it no more As it lay on her Dusty wooden floor © 2017 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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8 Reviews Added on June 27, 2017 Last Updated on June 27, 2017 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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