masked
Posted: May 5, 2012 Filed under: poetry | Tags: desire, duty, masks, poetry, uniform 8 CommentsI had been thinking about masks, and what they
conceal for a couple days, and then how if we aren’t
careful what becomes truth and what fiction
balanced want against need
concealed behind masks of deep desire
where averted eyes may show a glimpse
if left or caught unguarded.A thought, so deeply held
covered and diverted by a simple smile
or gentle gesture
so certain to be kindly felt.This duty to be one who pleases
a secret burden, unknown to others
unsharable, chafing
the uniform just slightly doesn’t fitYet each day we don our mask
and venture toward the day
secret prisoners to ourselves
fearing any other way
bwthoughts 
I am lost in my mask. Great words, I can relate.
I hope you find your way, don’t give up hope!
thanks for reading and commenting.
bw
Thank you 🙂
I think from what I have seen of what you have written, you have the
courage to find your dreams.
Thank you, I appreciate your belief! I must say that I think the blog is truly me – maskless. It is a comfortable place to be myself and I find the “acceptance” I’ve found here too confidence building 🙂
Excellent — let your belief in yourself grow strong.
Yes. I agree, duty, love and self seem to be difficult to balance. Thanks for stopping by to comment.
Wow, nicely put! One of the hardest things to do in this world is be true to one’s self yet balance that with caring for our loved ones….no?